You’ve Never Seen This One Before, Neither Have I
As we stand at the start line, I want to wish you a Spectacularly Happy New Year. And more miracles.
As we stand at the start line, I want to wish you a Spectacularly Happy New Year. And more miracles.
Our greatest challenge today: to witness the injustice and not let it consume our inner light. And to still find something to be grateful for. For that, we must sit still and just listen.
To borrow Guardini's quote, may our hearts be quickened by love, and free will stir us to action so that spiritual conception can happen. And may we soon turn to our stillness within to allow the blessings to seep in. I bless you and wish you safe and joyous festivities.
What an apt last prompt at dVerse: A Kwansaba poem in praise of family --I love it. Thanks. I wish you all Joyous Celebrations and the company of people you love to share it.
If you're feeling sad today, I wish to offer you a little wisdom I gathered from a sunflower today. Know you're not alone and perk up in the knowledge that Sunflowers do grow in winter. Happy Holidays, my friends.
On Friday, December 10th, I had the greatest honor of being featured at The Skeptic’s Kaddish in a poetry partnership. So today I'm so excited to invite you to take a peek. Perhaps you too would like to participate? Do it with my blessing, dear friends.
The poem in this post is the basis for the Christmas carol "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." I hope you enjoy knowing the backstory. May Peace and Goodwill prevail.
The country that raised me boasted of one season throughout the year, but perhaps it was because we wished for snow so much, but at Christmas time, we often pulled out sweaters to ward off the chill. And mother read us stories of Christmases in cold countries. Hope you enjoy these from Librivox.
Ode to my beloved city and all cities everywhere in the world. And note the new Korean poetry form, called a sijo, that I applied (as per the prompt of today). I enjoyed working on this. Hope you enjoy reading it as well. Let me know in the comments, please. xoxo
To have a constant supply of joy at all seasons, discern the solar halo of joy in wonted placed, then incline your heart to them-- joy will be there because you stored it there.
Neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between-- the “liminal” spaces that linger in places, situations, relationships and life. This poem is written for someone particular in my life. This person might never read this, but that's fine; let it exist in the liminal edges out there. Enjoy.
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