Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grace, manger, poem on December 21, 2015| 2 Comments »
there in the muddle
where I do my best
to keep it swept
but it gets messed up
every day anyway,
there amidst
the drafts
and the animal chorus
something new
and beautiful
is being born—
not because
I prayed for it,
not because
I am worthy,
only because
that is how
miracles work—
sometimes
by grace
we peek through
the cracks in the walls
and see just
how light
even the messiest
places
can be.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged contrail, poem on December 21, 2015| 2 Comments »
only after
we’ve moved on
can we
clearly see it—
our path
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry on December 20, 2015| 1 Comment »
no matter how lovely
this part of the story,
still flipping the page
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged lost, poem, prayer on December 20, 2015| 1 Comment »
When we know
we are lost
it seems
so obvious
to stop,
pay closer attention,
ask for help.
May we always
see
how
we
are
lost.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communication, love, poem, poetry on December 18, 2015| 4 Comments »
What I meant to say:
You are my moon, my stars, my sunrise.
What I said:
Do you want pasta or rice?
What I meant to say:
Kiss me, kiss me, please, please.
What I said:
I’ll take out the trash.
What I meant to say:
I would swim icy rivers to be near you.
What I said:
I love you. Sweet dreams.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged overwhelm, poem on December 16, 2015| 2 Comments »
a landslide
of blessings is still
a landslide
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 14, 2015| 3 Comments »
It would perhaps be pleasant to be alternately victim and executioner.
—Baudelaire
Alternately, let me be the flame
and the fuel consumed,
the water and the thirsty soil,
the kiss and the longing for the kiss.
Alternately, let me be the gift and
the one who receives, alternately
transparent and rich with secrets,
alternately rooted and wandering.
But when it comes to loving,
let it be impossible to tell
the lover from the beloved,
the one holding from the one
who’s being held, the one who
wishes from the wish itself.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 13, 2015| 1 Comment »
a dance
goes in search of a dancer—
enough of cleverness
*
tussling with God
we both know who wins—
still the joy of tussling
*
butt naked
so much the better—
every floor a dance floor
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Christmas present, individual poetry session, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer on December 12, 2015| 3 Comments »
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem on December 12, 2015| 3 Comments »
Though I have trained my eye
to know where I might find it,
there is no guarantee. And not
every rabbit hole leads to wonder.
Some are just large enough
to trip in, but some pull us
into that fabulous alternate place
where everything shines
as long as we don’t get in the way.
Oh love, aren’t I always getting
in the way, me with my schedule,
my lists, my composure. I say
I am ready to fall, I say find me,
love, and then I build walls around
every moment to keep myself
from falling. Sometimes love
digs that rabbit hole right
beneath where I am standing
and by the time I discover I am in
it’s too late find the way back out.
May I always forget my breadcrumbs.
May I always say thank you,
even as I tremble, even as I slip.