Mushrooms, by Sylvia Plath, is my poem of the month. Do you want to know what it’s about? One person says it’s about mushrooms. The beauty of poetry is its surplus of meaning. Poems mean a lot – a lot more than the sum of their words and usually a lot more than the poet […]
It’s not just counting sheep that helps us sleep. It’s counting with God the sheep that helps us sleep smiling: the lost sheep found, the last folded ‘n’ gated.
Steadfast – word of the day (and night) Staunch and steady the love that lasts long into dark night, longs till the last are first, constant cloud lining past all mists of time. #Hosea6 #cLectio
Mary Oliver died January 17th 2019. She survived her past and made much of her “one and precious life”. Hers is the poetry of mindfulness and love. Here she writes of Mornings at Blackwater. For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. it was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet […]
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The Feast of Epiphany – when wise ones followed a star, seeing in it the shape of things to come. Poet Mary Karr stitches crucifixion and resurrection to a star (not her words) in a poem called Descending Theology: The Resurrection. I wonder if it is that same star, and I wonder whether the wise ones saw […]
An old woman grabs hold of your sleeve and tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin. She says she will take you to the horseshoe shrine. You’ve seen it already. She hobbles along anyway and tightens her grip on your shirt. She won’t let you go. You know how old women are. They stick […]