Sunday, September 25, 2022

When lyrics echo


Standing by a lighthouse, 
Looking at this stretch of beach,
 Littered as it is with driftwood,
 I hear, echoing in my brain, 
A song we learned in elementary school, 
Meant to instill in us a spirit of hospitality 
For those less fortunate than ourselves:
 “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me”
(Words from Emma Lazarus’ poem, 
 The New Colossus, on the Statue of Liberty) 
Which, here, might end, 
“I lift my lamp beside this golden shore.”

Saturday, September 24, 2022

Behind the scenes


It’s funny: sometimes we get so focused 
On what we want to see 
 That we completely miss 
What’s going on behind the scene we’ve set…

Friday, September 23, 2022

Reflected in their eyes


I’m not a hunter, but I think sometimes 
Of the soldiers in the trenches 
In the two World Wars and elsewhere, 
Who are taught, “Don’t shoot 
Til you see the whites of their eyes.” 
It’s so much easier to be cruel 
To those whom we don’t know or understand, 
But so much harder — for most of us, at least — 
When we see ourselves 
 Reflected in their eyes.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Reclaim your joy


Sometimes it’s the little things that bug you, 
But it’s easy to get so focused on them 
That we blow them out of proportion, 
And they end up looming so large 
We completely lose perspective. 
Take a moment today to step back 
And see the larger picture… and reclaim your joy!

Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Sharing peace


Gilded, rosy in the morning sun, 
The cat sleeps quietly at my feet. 
I breathe in the peace and light 
And breathe it out again for all who struggle: 
Illness, surgery, loss, depression, war, fear — 
We are surrounded; overwhelmed — 
Yet still the cat sleeps on, 
Empurpled in light and love.

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Calla lily’s promise


As we age the losses grow: 
White calla lilies leave the garden, 
Falling onto caskets, into graves, 
But leave behind this unexpected 
Promise of new life, new friendships; 
A garden that will overflow again in spring.
 Love never dies, but comes again and multiplies: 
Lives lost leave love in their wake.

Monday, September 19, 2022

The safety of seclusion


After three years of living as islands, 
Desperately separate with all defenses up, 
It’s not surprising many of us are eager 
To launch ourselves back 
 Into the seas of society. 
And yet, having done so, 
Do we also find ourselves 
Happy to return to the safety of seclusion?