Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Brief encounter


For just a brief few moments
 I held you in my hand and felt 
The beating heart of America:
 Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
 And so, to give you safety, time, 
And room to spread your wings and fly again,
 I set you carefully in a sheltered spot 
 Away from birds of prey 
 But open to the outer world. 
 After a few breaths, 
 You flew to me, resting briefly 
On my pantleg, restoring balance, 
Then off into a nearby tree 
And home into the sky.

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Veterans Day


Today and every day, 
We honor them, 
And thank them for their service…

Monday, November 10, 2025

Intuition


There are times when we need to listen 
To the promptings of intuition 
And trust the possibility 
 That the longing for something to change, 
The impulse to make a course correction
— however slight — 
Might just be God calling…

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Anointing the ordinary


Autumn, with its golden skies and fog, 
Has a lovely way of anointing 
 The wholly ordinary 
Into something holy and mysterious…

Saturday, November 8, 2025

The joy of symmetry


I remember, as a child, my mother teaching me 
The importance of asymmetry.
 At Christmas, I’d arrange things on the mantel 
And she would come by after me 
And shift them all around; 
 Put two candles on the right and shift 
The other to the left, 
Yet still, as an adult, I love 
The natural symmetry of things, 
And sometimes take delight 
In ignoring the Rule of Thirds…

Friday, November 7, 2025

Troubling times


I love the whimsy of this friendly acorn, 
And thought I’d share today, 
Thinking you might need a smile — 
Especially if you’re planning to fly somewhere 
And are worried that your flight 
 Might be canceled, 
Or if you’re worried that your next meal 
Might be canceled, 
Or that your health insurance 
Might have to be canceled. 
In these troubling times, 
We need all the smiles we can get…

Thursday, November 6, 2025

As the seasons change




Though, due to the earth’s rotation,
 I can no longer watch the setting sun 
As she brushes the clouds with color, 
I still get to see the clouds and their colors 
Toss their reflections into the sea…