Walt Whitman Quote: “This is What You Shall Do”
…dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words…
Poetry
New Poem: Being the Mother of Adult Children
I think now what I would want my kids to do in my situation, and then go and try to earnestly do that myself. It is so much better for everyone than me thinking what I would have them do if I was them.
Write Your Own Response to a Psalm
In God’s grace there are no “ifs” or “buts”, no expiration dates, no measured share, no price to pay
24/7, in plentiful supply that never ends, God’s love abides. We need do no more than accept it.
Featured Artist: Ashley Bryan
I will never forget this man’s energy, love of color, excitement for the creative process, his great attitude, and how animated and lucid he is. His youthfulness at 93 is truly the greatest art of all.
Lyrics to Church Solo “It is Well”
I’m at Creative Arts Camp and the church solo was sung beautifully by blog reader Claire. It was so lovely and I have been thinking about it since, so I thought I would share it with you.
Poetry is Where We Are Ourselves
Poetry is the human voice, and are we not of interest to each other?
Heron Photos and Poem by Wendell Barry
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
New Poem: Plant yourself in Christ
Be green and supple, fresh and growing, for heaven is like a watered garden.
New Poem by Me: Summer Solstice
…just the longest day to fill with the sweetest, healthiest liberty…
New Poem: Obedience is a Good Thing
Then we can find what bliss really is and finally be at liberty to be our best…
New Poem by Me: The Futility of Self-Reliance
We are like the Israelites
overburdened by their
Egyptian taskmasters
and eager to escape
for the Promised Land.
Poem by Luci Shaw: Speechless
Whose scent, invisible, drowns you in opulence, and for which you can find nothing adequate to say.
New Poem: What I Learned From My Mother
I learned all this and more from the best example I could have had.
Thank you!
Lines from Wordsworth in Early Spring
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think