Media, Poems, Quotes

The Hill We Climb …

When day comes we ask ourselves,Where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss we carry,a sea we must wadeWe braved the belly of the beastWe’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peaceAnd the norms and notionsof what just isIsn’t always just-ice.And yet the dawn is oursbefore we knew itSomehow we do itSomehow we weathered… Continue reading The Hill We Climb …

Books, Poems

In Memoriam: Mary Oliver …

Mary Oliver (1935-2019) was an American poet who won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. Her poetry often explored nature and the spiritual world. She died on Thursday, January 17, 2019 at her home in Florida. We celebrate her life with deep gratitude for the remarkable human being she was and how she… Continue reading In Memoriam: Mary Oliver …

Poems

A Bird Doesn’t Sing Because It Has An Answer, It Sings Because It Has A Song. …

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. — Maya Angelou from I Know Why the Caged Bird SingsA Darkling ThrushAt once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume,… Continue reading A Bird Doesn’t Sing Because It Has An Answer, It Sings Because It Has A Song. …

Poems

Praise Song for the Day …

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each other's eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in… Continue reading Praise Song for the Day …

Quotes

Out Of Pain, Comes Poetry …

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains; it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world. — C.S. Lewis This pain is not to make you sad, remember. That's where people go on missing .... This pain is just to make you more alert--because people become alert only… Continue reading Out Of Pain, Comes Poetry …

Poems

Praying …

Sometimes it feels like Jimmy Durante calling goodnight to Mrs Calabash, whoever she was or whether. Sometimes it's the tenth hour in the trans-Pacific plane, all glamour gone and connections still to make. and it's been known to turn dirty, as if a cutter, back from the peat-hag, found his ass's pannier loaded with nothing.… Continue reading Praying …

Poems

Saint Francis And The Sow …

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers… Continue reading Saint Francis And The Sow …