A Bit Uphill at First (Poem by Polly Castor)
Wishing to sail and soar,
we are home again,
poised to start…
Poetry
29 Love-filled 29’s (New Anniversary Poem by Polly Castor)
29 years ago, on December 29, we got married.
(Yes, I was 29 at the time.)
I’d say I’d write 29 reasons I’m glad I did
but
Advent Poems (Links)
Here are some links to advent themed poetry both by Polly Castor and others. Merry Christmas Eve!
Bark (Poem by Polly Castor with Photos)
As I sample layered,
chocolate peppermint bark
I am thinking
of a different kind
that still effectively…
Take Flight (New Poem by Polly Castor)
tizzy wizzy
so much going on
a flapping flock of thoughts
crowding in, all squawking
on the same branch…
Awaken in Love’s Likeness (New Poem by Polly Castor)
We have a worthy day to claim
and must receive it with open arms,
letting it rush toward us
in glittering rays that softly murmur
how cherished we are.
Mind Wanting More (poem by Holly Hughes)
…as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren’t enough,
as if joy weren’t strewn all around.
Thank You for the Combination of Ideas (Thanksgiving Poem by Polly Castor)
Thank you for bounty
and beneficence, and for
the exact, wise, and astute
combination of your finest ideas.
Thanksgiving (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
I want to serve you full choruses of hallelujah, oh so wholly
here in this moment. Oh so holy here in this world.
Praying About the California Fires
Even if you are not a Christian Scientist, or not even a believer in the divine, I urge you to read this whole article now:
As Thyself (poem by Sandra Luerssen Hoerner)
Then I knew I loved my neighbor
even better than before,
for now I loved him as myself
and loved myself much more.
A Season of Many Mushrooms (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Mushrooms
nudge and cling
everywhere
through the
wet and rain
with soggy feet
no wonder
they are shaped
like umbrellas
Grace Notes #15 (with Photos)
Now I am furthering my ongoing goal of appreciating such a continuous, overflowing abundance of random good.
To Be of Use (Poem by Marge Piercy)
The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.
Blessed Are You (Poem by Fred Turpin)
Blessed are you who rage at injustice,
yet at peace deep within the heart.
The Fall of the Leaf (Poem by Henry David Thoreau)
Grown tired of this rank summer’s wealth,
Its raw and superficial show…