New Poem: At My Niece’s Graduation Party
This is a poem about my niece’s graduation party, the joy of chasing fireflies, and the fleeting transitions of our children
This is a poem about my niece’s graduation party, the joy of chasing fireflies, and the fleeting transitions of our children
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs.
God said,
make room for me
in your day
that crow swooping low
as you drive to work
Catkins emerge
so tenderly
with such a meek beginning
as a foreshadowed precursor
in vibrancy and joy…
In the north country now it is spring and there
Is a certain celebration. The thrush…
Some say ladybugs represent luck,
while others say they typify spiritual devotion,
and are a signal to follow your bliss
and find true happiness.
Discipleship is a good thing:
something to seek
and make an effort for
like food and shelter.
Oh the water lilies. See how they seem
to open wider out of their own opening?
Let me unfold like that—without thinking,
without assuming I’m already open enough.
What makes up
your body
of thought?
They say the average person
has 70,000 thoughts a day
which is 2,916 per hour
or 48 per minute.
More sabbath snow yet again
canceling church once more
so our most recent amaryllis
is only able to flaunt its glory for us
as we hunker down blanketed in white
while the scrape of snowplows lumber past.
Imagine a dark room
behind a closed door
but the hall light is on
and when you open the door…
Consider the Generosity of a One-Year-Old who has no words to exchange with you yet, and instead offers up her favorite drooled-on blanket, her green rhinoceros as big as she is, her cloth doll with the long blonde pigtails, her battered cardboard books, swung open on their soggy pages, her limitless heart.
A homeschooling mother with a daughter in early high school asked for some recommendations from me for how to teach poetry. I figured others might be interested too, so I am including you all in my response.
And looking up, I shiver as I wonder
for whom am I the tiny cold blade of grass?
At whose mercy could I be laid low?
Wow. I’ve finished six years on this daily blog. That’s 2,190 entries! Here’s my traditional list of “best blog posts” which folks have found especially helpful
Happy Birthday!
Know you are special beyond words.
I’m so glad you came to be with us!
I love you, always.