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One New Path for the New Year

Posted in Uncategorized on December 31, 2015| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

 

shovel in hand

pushing away all that old

beautiful snow

 

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At the Airport

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 30, 2015| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

the little boy

with a backpack

bigger than he is

stands in line

behind the red rope

 

his tears follow me

through the exit door

to the car parked

in the no parking zone,

 

on my own cheeks

I taste them

 

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Showing Up

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 29, 2015| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Before I pray

I do not wash

my hands—

not out of disrespect

but because

I do not

want to pretend

to be any cleaner

than I really am,

this filth,

this patina of depravity,

this is part

of why

I have come

to pray—

if I waited

to wash the stains

from my skin,

my lips, my sleeves,

I might

never pray

at all.

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One Request

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on December 27, 2015| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

perhaps it is true

we are nothing—

then let me be nothing

that knows how to blush, how to sing

how to weep and laugh at its nothingness

 

 

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Finding Beauty at the Edge of Darkness …

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 26, 2015| 2 Comments »

… that’s what I was thinking about when I saw a painting by Meghan Tutolo as part of Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge … today it was featured on the Rattle site, the poem Divining. Wishing all of you beauty in these hours at the edge of our darkest days …

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Singing Little Drummer Boy

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on December 26, 2015| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

Why the tears

come on so fast

we seldom can

exactly say—

 

nor can we say

just why we try

so hard to hold

them in.

 

Sometimes when

you pour a glass

of water too full

it can hold more than its volume.

 

It’s no miracle,

it’s surface tension.

It only works

until it doesn’t.

 

Sometimes we hold more

than we are made to hold—

and oh that sweet

and terrible wrestling

 

as we feel our hearts

grow a little bit larger

in an instinctive attempt

to accommodate

the increasing tension,

the wild expanding joy.

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The Gift

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on December 24, 2015| 7 Comments »

 

 

 

Everything we hope for

inside a box,

inside a stocking,

inside each other,

 

yes everything we hope for

is nowhere until

we find it

inside us,

 

and then it is everywhere

and all we want

is to give it

freely.

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On Walking Out After Watching Star Wars 7

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 24, 2015| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

I am surprised to find

I have children, a husband, a coat—

for hours I feel the tug,

this urge to do something heroic,

this strange delight in the familiar

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The Room Scented with Allspice, Cloves, Cinnamon

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 22, 2015| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

Rolling out the dough

for the gingerbread house

I find myself wishing

that I were enjoying myself

the way I always imagine

I will enjoy it when I

roll out the dough

for the gingerbread house

with my children,

but every year it is always

better in my thoughts

than in the real kitchen

where my son and daughter

bicker over who gets

to roll next and who

gets to cut next and who

cuts the straighter line,

and I have to remind

myself it is fun, right?

and that this is the stuff

that good memories

are made of. Ten years

from now, what a great

time we will be having

this day.

 

 

 

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Merry Christmas

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged on December 22, 2015| Leave a Comment »

For Christmas, something I wish we would all find as a gift … a bit of forgiveness. Thanks to Telluride Inside and Out for posting this poem of mine from last year … I wish it no less fervently this year. Christmas Morning

 

 

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