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My mother passed on today. My mother passed on today. No tribute will ever be adequate. I was held (almost smothered) by my husband together with my children when I received the news. She’s still with me in so many ways. She gave with such wholehearted generosity and in so much fervent profusion that those … Read more
Isle au Haut …surging, lapping, thrashing tides, in and out sharp cliffs, jagged stones, pinnacle precipices and squeaky, tipsy, rounded rock beaches… …careful footing is needed on hiking trails a labyrinth of crisscrossing roots, stepping up and down in boulder toeholds, punctuated with mud and moss… …straggly pines with clumped branches, nestlike but forlorn oblivious … Read more
You Took Me In a refuge a reverie an agent of regeneration resonating… I always say give of your light but not of your oil but how does one get an oil change? Unexpectedly, it seems from the arms of divine Love through your willing hands stretched out to a stranger Sand beach filled my … Read more
I’ll Never Get Away I’m about to go on vacation but I’ll never get away My job surrounds me everywhere I’ll always be a praying person, always be a mother always be a lover of the world. I work and watch and trust and hope So even though I may finally get to see new … Read more
An Era Ends
It is normal and good.
No big deal in one way.
Totally obvious and natural.
But still there is a twinge.
We were expecting her
when she first visited that room
still in the womb
and it was in that space God gave us a sign
and we knew we would buy this house.
Permission We are humbly obedient to the Mind that made us programmed as it were as God’s image and likeness as offspring of the divine Father/Mother like the apple does not fall far from the tree. As like produces like and as God is infinite all-powerful good: so are we. We cannot be otherwise. Never … Read more
All Wandering Stars I am a transplanted Michigander germinated in New York City before setting down roots in small town Connecticut, where I am now lolling in the sun on my front porch. The day is spectacular – the weeping cherry tree is festooned with blossoms overhead the pungent mulberry colored buds of the earliest … Read more
Benign a happy word like being nine again the hop, skip and jump of it a relief a release from an unjust sentence uncondemned, safe Congratulations on the courage to find out. by Polly Castor
Jesus as the apple of God’s eye/ dripping red from a leafless, two branched tree/ drops, full-orbed and ripe,/ his faithfulness harvested to a quiet tomb
Gorgeous color all lined up, waiting/ on inspiration, cash or diligence/ potential energy, gaping/ on tip toe tender-hooks/ leaning on one another/ in solidarity
Did God make guns?/ I don’t think so./ What about disease?/ I don’t think God made that either.
Triple twelve’s today;
the last repetitive date
we will ever see.
When I was five I walked by myself each day to kindergarten/ after being shown the seven block route only once./ Not so much afraid as lonely, I took to…
The tree is ablaze/ in the early morning rays/ its smokeless branches/ are flames/ licking/ the soaring blue heavens/ which…
The breeze is gentle here/ on the other side of the peninsula,/ away from the incoming wind,/ where the waves/ are still rhythmically lapping in…
The weathered picnic table/ is missing as much paint as it retains,/ splintering me, where my elbow rests/ and snagging my pants on the seat./ Smoother where…
The Christ: wakes us from every nightmare/ removes apathy, terror, frustration and distress/ annihilates distraction, procrastination, and inhibition/ banishes