New Poem: What I Learned From My Mother
I learned all this and more from the best example I could have had.
Thank you!
I learned all this and more from the best example I could have had.
Thank you!
He was a carrot juice enthusiast, a leather vest wearing oilman, a dyslexic entrepreneur, an owner of 28 patents…
As we humbly linger in the vigil of Advent,
the whole world holds its breath.
A lot of us around here saw this awesome sunset. I know because we were all talking about it.
Unplug, unplug, unplug
that devious, subtle, concealed,
and sometime overheated
projector of lies.
Consider two plus two equals four
In the farthest reaches of the universe
In every language, for every race and species
For rich, poor, educated or not
It is the same.
I am brimming
with awe and gratitude
for reciprocal connection
experienced and realized
this communion Sunday.
This is a poem about my niece’s graduation party, the joy of chasing fireflies, and the fleeting transitions of our children
Catkins emerge
so tenderly
with such a meek beginning
as a foreshadowed precursor
in vibrancy and joy…
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.