When Someone Deeply Listens to You (poem by John Fox)
When someone deeply listens to you,
your bare feet are on the earth
and a beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.
Poetry
Exemplary Turtles (New Poem by Polly Castor)
A turtle is always at home,
in water or on land,
indeed he carries his
security and safety and comfort
with him everywhere he goes…
Internal Patter (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Intentionally constructing
a good life takes a lot of
the same sort of internal patter
and similar blithe but
exact consideration
that goes into a great
abstract painting.
Hope (Emily Dickinson Poem with Bird Photos)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –…
On the Cusp of Something (New Poem by Polly Castor)
At a transition point:
out with the old
in with the new
seasons shift
on fulcrums of faith
pivoting with promise
and positive in premise.
I Love My Life (Poem by Alex Cook)
I love my life
More than I ever thought I could
Because I’ve learned I can’t die.
Church is… (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Church is a framework for my week.
It gives structure to my days,
which would stretch forth
endlessly otherwise.
Short Poems About Peace by Children
Plaques like these by elementary school aged children are scattered all over the peace garden near the Sacramento capitol.
Psalm of Life (Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Softly the Moon (Poem by Max Dunaway)
Softly the moon ascends and lets its beauty shine,
Serene in its own place, as I would be mine.
Effulgence’s Advance (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Clearly, darkness never had a chance
Given blazing effulgence’s habitual advance.
The Power of a Better Premise (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Can you see how
This different premise
Brings an improved conclusion
Literally resulting
In universal salvation?
We Are Not In Competition (New Poem by Polly Castor)
You are valid.
Me being valid too
does not make you less so.
Practicing Direction (New Poem by Polly Castor)
at least
I’m wet,
exerting,
and not only
languishing about