Floodwood Pond (Poem by Danny Dover)
And if you pray to stars then here is the infinite dance of light upon a shrine of rippling water.
Poetry
Days are Getting Shorter (New Poem by Polly Castor with Photos)
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
Holy Peace (Poem by Danna Faulds)
Nothing to run from or run toward. Just this breath, awareness knowing itself as embodiment. Just this breath, awareness waking up to truth.
For all the Jane Does (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
Walking through the rain-damp grass, cool morning air startles me into being, and I realize how the news of violence against women has numbed me.
Growth Changes (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Growth Changes Our ancestors lived organically, freely sprawling out of the fertile soil. My generation exists hydroponically, efficiently enclosed, with our feet in water. The next generation are air plants, trying to thrive on mere mist and humidity. How and on what will their children live? We all need the sun, and to photosynthesize, but … Read more
Trying to Pray (poem by Twyla M. Hansen)
With my arms raised in a vee,
I gather the heavens and bring
my hands down slow together,
press palms and bow my head.
Climbing Mountains (New poem by Polly Castor)
Spirit does not labor to ascend a high elevation, nor does it even notice a change in atmosphere.
A Pot of Red Lentils (Poem by Peter Pereira)
I want to remember us this way—late September sun streaming through the window, bread loaves and golden bunches of grapes on the table, spoonfuls of hot soup rising to our lips, filling us with what endures.
Red Brocade (Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye)
That’s the armor everyone put on
to pretend they had a purpose
in the world.
Gas Station Communion (Poem by Paula Gordon Lepp)
As I was standing there in the sun drenched gas station parking lot, the hiss and tick of the air pump sounded very much like a psalm.
Beauty Right out My Front Door (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Beauty is an abstract concept found the world over, but it is especially present on one’s home turf if you only will pay attention.
The Divine Will (Short Poem by Jean Pierre de Caussade)
The divine will is a deep abyss of which the present moment is the entrance.
Limelight Hydrangeas (Poem by Polly Castor)
The superabundant greenish white blooms of the limelight hydrangeas languidly reach over the fence in the hazy sun, yearning to cheer you on in your day.
Being a Guest is an Art Form (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Why does that feel so rare when unabashedly genuine?
How I Desire to Waste Wisely My Days (Poem by Thomas Dekker)
This world, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical, and more, to whosoever will think of it.
Blessing of Rest (Poem by Jan Richardson)
Curl this blessing beneath your head for a pillow. Wrap it about yourself for a blanket.
A “Golden Shovel” Poem (by Polly Castor)
The “Golden Shovel” is a modern poetic form invented by Terence Heyes, and this is the one I wrote recently in that painting workshop I attended.