Miracles (poem by Walt Whitman)
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles…
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles…
Sending special Easter love and hugs to each and every one of you. Heaping on you all the blessings of the season.
Each year harder to live without. Each year harder to live without.
Spring is hiding
underneath there,
somewhere, dormant,
while the clocks change anyway
We’re so glad
you came to be with us!
Here’s to another
great trip
around the sun!
We love you!
Light infuses everything you do…
Light has no mass but it does have momentum…
Visible light takes up only a tiny bit of the spectrum…
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours…
We are all beloved of the one Father, directed, protected, sustained by Him.
Saved by a storm and dug out from a drift:
I celebrate each time I hear your voice singing,
knowing you are a thread born to knit and mend hearts.
Our bed is an antique “full,”
rather old fashioned, high up and hard,
with spindles at the head and foot:
it was his grandmother’s bed
that he slept in years before me.
When Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cow’s stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God’s heaven, a star’s light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
The longest night
of the year
pivots, turns,
and tends
towards more
expansive light…
But now after five years, guns are fired in schools on a weekly basis, barely even making the news. Far from shocking us into preventative action, it seems that the tragedy in Newtown paved the way for other atrocities.
I’ve been enjoying these two books of poetry lately and have marked some to eventually share with you.
Our phones are now cameras and mailboxes, gaming stations and boomboxes, messengers and social platforms, and searchable word wide information, all in one little slim thing.
Notice it, embrace it, express it, get out of the way,
and enjoy being the only real, wonderful you.