the house on fire
and me still trying
to get all the beds made
*
One Grace
what is the next step—
letting myself not know
until I am stepping
Posts Tagged ‘grace’
One Self Portrait
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fool, grace, poem, poetry on January 30, 2016| 1 Comment »
In the manger of my heart
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.
Two Unsuspectings
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grace, poem, poetry, trap on October 20, 2015| 1 Comment »
setting a trap
with honey, catching
myself
*
this song
of relentless yesses
a set up for grace
Stumbling on the Fairy Slipper
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged calypso, Calypso bulbosa, Fairy Slipper, grace, Odysseus, poem, poetry on June 16, 2014| 2 Comments »
photo taken by Karen James
Calypso bulbosa
A tiny orchid lifts its small cup
to the world. It is only by luck
that we find it, absorbed as we are
in talk of anger and shame, rushing
along the path like sycophants of time.
But grace has a way of finding us
when we need it the most, inviting us
to linger, to stop, to sip beauty, to marvel.
Light sifts through the forest canopy
like a golden shuttle on a miraculous loom
in which we are two threads in the one
great cloth. It seems likely we will leave
this enchanted hour, but for now
this bright cup, this radiant pause,
this intoxication that makes us forget
there is any other world but this.
On the Day I Tripped on the Curb and Threw the Latte into My Hair
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged grace, poem, poetry on October 24, 2013| 1 Comment »
Anything else
I can help you find
says the man
in the pharmacy.
Well,
I say,
I could use
some grace.
Any for sale?
He looks
at me
with uncertainty.
No, he says
at last.
Rats,
I say,
browsing
the band aids,
the rows
of antibiotic
creams.
I don’t
even bother
to ask
about
dignity.
Grace
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awakening, grace, life, poem, spring, weed on March 13, 2013| 4 Comments »
Spring comes to the sidewalk
in the longer days of March.
The sun warms the slab, and beneath
it the seeds of old weeds start to stir.
They are tiny. And who knows how,
but in the dark, they begin to grow
and put down roots and,
though it seems unlikely,
begin to push through the concrete itself.
First a hairline crack. This fissure is somehow
sufficient to provide light and water enough.
Soon there are tendrils, then whole leaves,
then the yellow blooms of new weeds.
What is it in us that knows to push?
I, too, have wintered in a dark, thick cast, one
of my own making. Cramped and dormant,
I had stopped believing in hope.
But it was not hope that cracked the shell.
Nor was it anything that I did.
It was life’s longing for itself.
Video Poem: In Unlikely Places
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Catherine Ghosh, grace, Journey of the Heart, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, storm, video poem on December 7, 2012| 1 Comment »
Video Poem: In Unlikely Places
I am such a fan of this blog, Journey of the Heart, and today they’ve posted another of my video poems, this one about the grace that sometimes comes out of what looks like a big big bummer …
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