Thursday, April 25, 2019
Tag: National Poetry Month
Some nights I find you
My daily offering for National Poetry Month is from a young colleague of mine, Anneliese Myers. She is a talented, up and coming poet and writer.
Read. Read again. Like, share, the works!
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Some nights I find you
Some nights I find you
tucked into the corner
of a dream,
like you were something
so dear, that I put you
some safe place
where I might chance
upon you every so often
to love you and
to smile at you again.
Like the photograph
in my silver locket,
like the dog-eared page
in my favorite book.
Like that.
National Poetry Month Daily Haiku
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
In The Busy-ness Of Life
Today’s beautifully arresting poem comes from the hand of our Celtic soul friend, Tadhg. Drink deeply friends.
It’s Eastertide, and for some it’s a long weekend holiday, a time to ‘recharge’ those ‘batteries’, to relax and enjoy the first blooms of Spring, as temperatures rise.
Here’s a poem, a prayer, a blessing just for you – because I care, and welcome you as you faithfully read my blog. And so, the following words are penned so that you and yours might enjoy this Spring season, this time of new life, hope and renewal
In the busy-ness of life,
may you find the quiet repose of the Source of All,
and be blessed.May the love of Life itself
fill your soul
with the energy of a thousand flowing streams.May the love of Mary, the archetypal Mother,
pervade every gentle activity
of yours today.May the Sun’s smile
reside in your heart, the hearth of your being
to seal you as one of His own.And, may…
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National Poetry Month – April 11, 2019
Today, for National Poetry Month, I offer you the grace of these lines by fellow poet and friend, Lesley-Anne Evans. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Lament of Water
Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek
I would love to live like a river flows…
is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of of animals;
the elders, the dying.
…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what
I do not know I need. Such gifts
I would love to live…
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD,
Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem
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