"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
Monday, April 26, 2021
Blessing For A Nurse
Sunday, April 11, 2021
A Light Exists in Spring
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Saturday, April 10, 2021
The Heart of Evening
Day over. Wind gone.
No sound but
an owl far away.
Let my careworn heart
take refuge
in the heart of evening.
--David Budbill
Friday, April 2, 2021
Still
Forsythia
What must it feel like after months of existing as bare brown sticks, all reasonable hope of blossoming lost, to suddenly, one warm April ...
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Joy does not arrive with a fanfare on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life joy sneaks in as you pour a cup of coffee wat...
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There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all g...
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Thank you for the coffee, thank you for the cup Thank you for the morning and for waking me up Thank you for the sugar, thank you for the cr...