Pandemic poems
I’ve received two beautiful ones in email, and I’m sharing them here. If you know of more, please send them to me. I find them helpful and comforting during this strange time.
I am from
A friend requested “I am from” poems for her birthday. This is mine.
How these things are forgotten
In “The Bowl of Roses” (full text below), the poet Rilke spends eight lines painting an ugly picture. And then:
But now you know how these things are forgotten:
for here before you stands a bowl full of roses…
Thus begin sixty-four exquisite lines of instruction on how these things are forgotten.
A rain poem
The Favor
(for Cookie the neighbor cat)
Handmade (a poem about evidence)
I gaze at the heavens,
searching for you, my God.
(Ps. 123:1, ICEL Psalter)
About Sleep on the Hearth
This website is about writing, music, and spiritual direction. The site takes its name and inspiration from D. H. Lawrence’s poem “Pax,” which speaks of sleeping on the hearth of the living world, and (to me) about learning how to let go of my longing to change and control things that aren’t mine to change and control…
Pang (a poem about preaching)
What can sustain us through the Winter?
First Principle and Foundation
More on D. H. Lawrence’s “Pax”….
To be found
Suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and sweep the entire house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she will call in her friends and neighbors and say, “Rejoice with me because I have found my lost coin.”
(Luke 15:8–9)