Tag: Poetry
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Blessed are the Fathers
Blessed are all the FathersWhose heart grew two sizesWho came apart andCompletely undone Who felt the planets shiftIn the most beautiful thingThey have ever seenPlaced, safely, in their handsThrust in their chestSkin to SkinHeart to Heart And were suddenly,Formed anew. Blessed are the FathersWho have taken up the mantleOf ‘Father Figure’In ways planned And in…
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On different limbs.
I imagine RejectionBeing much like a treeWhose limbs sproutIn different directionsOfferingVarious secondary EmotionsWhose leavesCause furtherDisharmony. You’ve hung yourselfOn the branchThat says DepressionWhile I’m stuck On the oneLabelled Anger. I’m using every tool In my boxHack, hack, hacking AwayKnowing the fall Is fatal.Surely,We’d both be saferJust to climbBack down. But I’ll cling to my limbAnd you’ll hang from…
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Answered Prayers.
A Mother’s Day Reflection My son looks at a photo of three smiling faces and asks, “where was I?” The image is incomplete, he feels lost, when he was our missing piece. “You were still a dream,” I tell him. He smiles in reply, satisfied. This dream is real, it has fingers and limbs, a…
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I have.
I have been through the wildernessAnd waitedI have heard the small, still voiceI have had its peaceFill meI have been pulled from the miry clay I have been in the fireAnd I was not aloneI did not burnI was not consumed I have been temptedI have failedAnd I have been redeemed Set free by graceSet…
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Water & Chocolate
A reflection for Holy Week Last year, I left Saturday Vigil, Easter Mass, with a bottle of Holy Water in my pocket. My friends’ darling children gathered it up for me, passing it eagerly, their tender faces alive with Easter joy. I placed it in my pocket for safekeeping. Feeling far better for having it…
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Thank God for Summer.
Blessed are thoseWho feel the weightOf the world upon their shouldersAnd feel the grassUnder their feet.May the summerBring more of the latter.Blessed are those Who may have forgottenThe message lostIn the oft misquoted ‘This one wild and precious life’Is not to lose ourselves to productivity But – to wonder.For life is moreThan the weightYou carry.…
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thank you.
There is no Thank youFor a job well doneNo hand reaching downTo pull us out of the graveHappiest still -If we stayed buriedFor all our mistakes. What made us thinkWe’d get accolades For doing good on this side of forever? Back bent and wearyIt is not for reward We tirelessly whisperShuffling forward, forging the pathreaching…
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waiting.
What do you do while you’re waiting? While I’m waiting I’ll scroll through the apps / dimly lit on my dark screen / hiding unknown faces from those in line behind me / as if they cared / count how many heads bent over a screen / maybe read a page or two / if…
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a grey rock
A little grey rock is born of the earth. In the sun it finds warmth, it tingles as the rays shine upon it, new found glitter glistens. It is a stable force. When the wind lifts, it holds firm. A strong wind tempts it to rise, like a hurricane plucking homes from the ground. But…
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little joys.
Life is full of little surprisesand tastes of joy -if only we open ourselves up to them. Why, just this morning I was delighted when a cashier asked for my IDI let out a chuckle(I’m sure you would, too)Sure, she could seeand the “19” at the startof my year of birthwould be enoughBut there would…
letters and lattes 