Poetry
Freedom From (New Poem by Polly Castor)
This Fourth of July I want freedom from hubris and inadequacy…
No Title Required (Poem by Wislawa Szymborska)
I’m no longer sure that what’s important is more important than what’s not.
Foolishness? No, It’s Not (Poem by Mary Oliver)
Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree.
Immortal Spring (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Springing forward is inevitable, natural, vibrant, and fun.
Say Less (Poem by Alfred K. Lamotte)
Say Less True listeners open the ear in the heart. They love the gossip of raindrops, the breaking news of Spring peepers. Say less than you mean. Grace is the gift of subtraction. The trembling crystal of a chickadee proclaims the whole Godspell. Tell as little as a willow by a pond where the heron … Read more
The Practice of Meditation (Poem by Danna Faulds)
It’s a practice, this choice to be
still and know what I know
while allowing the ocean of my
unknowing to scour the mind’s
shoreline until awareness is
laid bare and the subtle sound
of breath vies with silence
for my attention.
Confidence (Poem by Agnes Florida Chalmers)
Confidence (pastel) by Polly Castor Confidence Our Father knows my need to-day; I do not, doubting, ask For happy hours or golden way, Or loving, helpful task; But, with all trust in Love, I pray : Our Father knows my need to-day. Our Father knows my need this hour; Where’er my steps may go, The … Read more
Starting A New Paragraph (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Starting A New Paragraph While we were gone, the leaves have begun to come out as the forsythia cadmium, which was so bright when we left, wanes. Our weeping cherry tree is in bloom and becomes less pink each day, but fortunately, it has remained cool enough that we didn’t miss it entirely. The tree … Read more
See it Through (Poem by Edgar A Guest)
When you’re up against a trouble, meet it squarely, face to face…
Every Healing a Resurrection (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Jesus practiced on others what he knew he needed to do for himself.
Entering into Victory (New Palm Sunday Poem by Polly Castor)
Live forever beyond the bounds of matter or fear.