calling it a journey
when we have never
stopped arriving
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged journey, path, poem, poetry on September 4, 2017| 2 Comments »
calling it a journey
when we have never
stopped arriving
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, journey, poem, poetry on July 8, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Though you may not come home happy,
you do come home changed.
That is what the trip was for.
The door is the same. The handle,
the same. Same couch. Same lamp.
Same chair. But the one who opens
the door is not the same as before.
You can pretend if you want.
Most do: Act the old way until
they forget they are new.
Sometimes, the change takes charge.
Sometimes it invites itself
to dinner. And then breakfast.
By lunch, even the dishes are wondering
what will happen next.
(my son just returned from 10 days at camp–wow, what a difference 10 days can make!)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged journey, love, poem, poetry, river on March 18, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross.
—“Wide River to Cross” by Julie Miller, Steven P. Miller
Perhaps when the river
we must cross is so wide
and the journey
to just to get to the river is so long
that our legs and arms are weary
before we even reach the shore,
perhaps that is when
it helps to remember
that the heart is infinite
in how much it can love,
and dang if that journey
across the river
doesn’t seem all that far
after all and the body
shudders and trembles
finds a way to take
one more step, and
one more step.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged endurance, journey, partnership, poem, poetry on January 4, 2017| 6 Comments »
Just because there is no trail
doesn’t mean that I won’t lead you there,
and just because I am leading now
doesn’t mean I won’t follow you.
And just because we are blinded by fog
doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still travel on,
and just because we are laughing
doesn’t mean this journey is a good idea,
then again, we are laughing,
and just because the wind is at our backs
doesn’t mean the hill won’t be steep,
and just because we feel intrepid now
doesn’t mean we have used even a thousandth
of what we’ve been given to use.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged faith, hummingbird, journey, poem, poetry on July 4, 2016| 4 Comments »
Above my window
two tiny hummingbird beaks
hover just beyond the edge of a nest
which is smaller than my hand—
this, I think, is what it looks like,
the start of a long, long journey.
By fall, they will be in Mexico.
They don’t even know yet
they can fly.