My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • In the garden

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    Poem written to the prompt, Kindness, for a workshop I host. ========================================== In the stillness of the soul kindness whispers softly, no act too small, no word too meek, sacred echo of the heart, song of the Divine, balm for sorrows, guide for the weary, hearts that are torn; binds the broken wing, strengthens the…

  • Fourteen lines

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    Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…

  • After the flood

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    some days with some people I wonder if they meant prey when I thought they said pray and I quiver in the dark praying 12-16-24

  • Sun day

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    “Because you are alive, everything is possible.” — Thich Nhat Hanh light reflected in a mirror takes nothing from the sun our shadows walk across the ground but cannot diminish our bodies in their journeys our physical perfections and imperfections have no impact on the spirit and so it goes I am responsible for my…

  • Peering Through the City Gate

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    today is suspended on a nail in a public square bleeding out upon the ground blotting out the mid-day sun an offering of sacrifice enshrined upon the mountain 7-9-24

  • Contrails over Haifa

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    prayers at the Holy shrines The promised day waits beyond the horizon It is darkest before the brilliant dawn 11-14-24

  • After the storm

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    All night and into morning it rained. Our yard is covered in leaves. The path by the playground is muddy. The pond bulges out of its banks. I sit on a wet bench, ponder the future, Offer prayers to a sullen sky, And ask the Unknowable Essence to grant me The strength to bind up…

  • Meditation on a Holy Day

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    white cirrus clouds swim in blue flag waves on a pole leaves rattle goodbye to summer winter comes slow but come it will jet contrail divides the sky the promise of spring laughs on a park swing 11-3-24

  • 23rd psalm

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    “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures Gives me chiggers. But still the pounding rhythm drones on and on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” Stop telling me what I don’t want. David, I want nap time; I need…

  • In the garden

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    My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…