Saturday, November 29, 2025

Family challenges


In this post-holiday time 
I’m thinking of families: 
Folks grouped together with broad commonalities 
But subtle differences,
And how easy it is to celebrate the first 
Yet struggle with the second: 
The choices, the personalities, the styles and beliefs 
That make sense to one but not to another; 
The ways we revert to old patterns 
And listen without hearing, 
And how we manage to co-exist over time…

Friday, November 28, 2025

Gratitude


A gray day on an island, and a pond, 
With water lilies, and a boat — 
Peace, and a brief abatement 
From the worries of the world: 
Another reason to give thanks.

Thursday, November 27, 2025

Gratitude demands response



There’s so much to be grateful for: 
Why, even the trees are gifted 
With glorious fall dresses 
And draped with liquid pearls. 
How can we not empathize 
With all who suffer 
 Heartbreak, loss, and loneliness, 
Famine, fear, disease, and pain? 
How can we not share with those 
Less fortunate than ourselves?

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Learning from plants’ diversity


I wonder if those who oppose diversity 
Have boring gardens? 
Plants come in so many amazing varieties, 
And each seems so quite unafraid 
 To flaunt its individuality; 
Why wouldn’t we include 
 As many different kinds as we could find 
To coexist and fit in with each other?

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Lift thine eyes


It’s all too easy to become distracted 
By the dailiness of life — 
All the demands and complexity 
Of that which is close to us — 
And miss that which calls us 
Into mystery, into silence; 
Into the future and beyond. 
Look up, lift thine eyes, 
And know the peace that lies waiting, 
Just beyond your grasp.

Monday, November 24, 2025

What does this say to you?


If you turn this picture on its side, 
It looks like one of those Mt. Rushmore faces 
Blowing out smoke; I was tempted 
To show it that way. 
But something tells me to leave it as I found it, 
And let you draw your own conclusions…

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Invitation to mystery


Sundays are for mystery, 
For getting in touch 
With that which cannot be explained: 
With the wisdom of the ages 
And that inner voice that wisdom planted 
Deep within our souls 
To help us find our way to truth and light. 
Stop, look, and listen 
 To what calls us to new heights and smoothes 
New paths for undertaking 
New adventures.