Singing Around Obstacles (Two Poems, Same Brilliant Analogy)
I love the metaphor both of these pieces utilize. Indeed, take heart! “The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Poetry
I Believe (Song by Carrie Newcomer)
I believe in a good strong cup of ginger tea
And all these shoots and roots will become a tree
A Mockingbird Sings (a poem by Sydney Eddison)
Beneath the windows where my mother sat, a mockingbird sang– a slender, pale, gray bird…
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (Poem by William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Not Dead but Risen (New Easter Poem by Polly Castor)
Like our Way-Shower, be vibrantly resuscitated, rejuvenated and reassured by your permanent coexistence with our Creator.
Agony (New Good Friday Poem by Polly Castor)
Forgiveness is always justified, even today when it looks so very dark and glowering…
The Touch of the Master’s Hand (poem by Myra Brook Welch)
‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
The Winning Team (a new poem by Polly Castor)
I’m in the end zone rooting for the winning team.
I encourage and beckon those on the field
That’s Entertainment! (poem by Madora McKensie Kibbe)
Why entertain fear and doubt
when angels wait without?
Whistling Swans (poem by Mary Oliver)
Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look
up into that blue space?
A Poem by Wistawa Szymborska
On this third planet of the sun
among the signs of bestiality
a clear conscience is Number One.
Little Separate Things (a new poem by Polly Castor)
Snow gently fluttering
down, a feathery white
monochromatic veil, flickering
over everything, hushing…
Replicas (a New Poem by me)
Watching a class sketch
Roman sculptures at the museum
has gotten me thinking.
Grace Notes #3
Now in the New Year, I am furthering my ongoing goal of appreciating such a continuous, overflowing abundance of random good. My list continues with…
Dedications (Poem by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg)
This is for us: this moment of knowing how alive we are, and how this life is rising in us and raising us up together from this moment on.
Freedom Comes with Responsibility (poem by Jena Schwartz)
Freedom comes with responsibility.
My life is bound up with your life.
My heart is bound up with your heart.
My “my” is tethered to your “yours.”
Poem by Mary Oliver: Invitation
Believe us, they say, it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.