Monday, April 15, 2024

In that liminal space


They seem to keep recurring, 
Those times when we are clearly between: 
We know — however imperfectly — 
What lies behind us; 
We can clearly tell we’ve left it behind; 
We seem to be moving forward— 
However slowly— 
But it’s not exactly clear 
What we’re moving toward, 
Or how long it might take to get there, 
Or what may await us when we finally arrive. Uncomfortable as we all tend to be 
 With uncertainty, 
It’s easy to be tempted to turn back; 
To return to the known 
 From which we walked away. 
But we need to trust 
 That the reasons for our departure are still valid, 
And what lies ahead, 
 However long it takes to get there, 
Will have something fresh and reinvigorating 
 That will help us more fully realize 
The promise of fulfillment 
 With which we’ve each been entrusted.

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Feeding the future


Having carefully rid our lawn of dandelions,
 She now seeks her reward: 
How about a little cracked corn, 
Or perhaps a few tasty peanuts? 
Think of it as nourishment 
For her as yet unborn fawn…

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Curse of perfection


The morning sun fashions a tapestry of lace 
Upon the window just across from me; 
A momentary gift before it rises into the scene 
And overwhelms the vibrant colors with its light, 
Just as a demand for perfection 
Might reduce the charming appeal 
Of a child’s presentation or a haphazard garden; 
A toss of flowers in a field or in the woods…

Friday, April 12, 2024

Stay the course


And on those days 
When life feels like an endless struggle,
 A path of infinite resistance, 
A desperate hanging on to keep from falling 
Backwards into a slough of despond, 
I wish you strength to stay the course, 
The courage to resist the tide of negativity 
 That threatens to overwhelm us all, 
And the grace to see beyond the struggle 
And trust that light and joy will come again.

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

The wall of thorns


There’s something reminiscent 
 About the choice to hide such beauty 
Behind a wall of thorns… ah yes! 
The fairy tale; Sleeping Beauty! 
But that was not the first thing to come to mind. 
Instead I pictured my daughters, 
And the ways they chose (or learned) 
To dress to mask their beauty 
 From the predators they encountered 
In the world…

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Madrona skin


The evening sun casts shadows on 
The exposed skin of the Madrona, 
Which eyes me as I photograph 
The textures of its bark. 
We are old friends, the Madrona and I, 
Aging together as we stand beside 
 The sea we both have loved so many years.

Monday, April 8, 2024

A floral tribute


In gratitude to a kind friend 
Who sent my husband home 
With flowers from her garden 
(Which, unlike ours, is protected from the deer 
With a tall fence). 
In this era of division I’m reluctant 
To fence off any part of my yard 
For the message of exclusion it might send…