Wednesday, December 7, 2022

What light reveals

Yesterday the winter clouds parted briefly 
And a patch of sunlight fell just beyond 
The roof of my neighbor’s house, revealing 
This golden stand of windswept trees, 
So far away I’d never really noticed them before. 
With time, I’ve learned 
Each photograph’s a metaphor; 
Each with a story — or two, or three — to share, 
But this one I’m not sure I want to hear.
 I like the thought that there’s beauty everywhere, 
But I’m not sure how I feel about being reminded 
We mostly only notice it 
 When the brief light of fame 
Brings it to our attention: 
I’d like to think we’re more observant than that…

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

Let the light shine through you

Just as we do not need to see the sun 
To realize it must be shining bright, 
We do not need to proudly proclaim our faith: 
Its presence will proclaim itself 
Through the light we bring into the world.

Monday, December 5, 2022

Celebrate the aged

So often we assume 
That as things age, they lose their beauty, 
If not their value.
 But who would deny 
That the appeal of this picture 
Lies in the charm of the old truck, 
The washed out textures of the barn and its roof, 
And the magnificent curves of these ancient trees? 
Rather than mourning the loss of suppleness,
 Let us celebrate survival, 
 And the wisdom that comes with experience.

Sunday, December 4, 2022

Fragile reminders

As the skies grow gray 
And the grass turns gray with frost 
We long for color, and feel doubly blessed 
When our loved ones bring us flowers. 
These fragile blooms remind us 
To be grateful for life’s blessings 
And mindful of those less fortunate 
Who desperately seek shelter from the cold.

Saturday, December 3, 2022

In gratitude

The snow kindly held off 
Til our drive home, 
The gallery was packed 
 With friends and strangers, 
The paintings beautifully displayed —
 A lovely evening: all my worries were for naught. Thanks for all of your good wishes; 
Now back to our regularly scheduled program!

Friday, December 2, 2022

Winter storm

I’ve spent this last year working 
 Toward a show that opens tonight 
In a gallery far, far away
 (Actually slightly more than an hour’s drive) 
But of course tonight there are warnings 
Of snow and high winds, 
So the trip promises the possibility of adventure. 
And so, though I’m a person of faith, 
The worries begin to surface: will anyone come? 
What if the lights go out and no one can see? 
And what if we can’t get back home? 
Who would care for our cats? 
Perhaps I should never have offered to hang 
This painting, appropriately titled 
Winter Storm!

Thursday, December 1, 2022

We are enough

As the chill of winter deepens 
And the sunset colors fade, 
We send hope, and warmth, and comfort 
To those in need of each, 
And do our best to carve out 
 Quiet time for ourselves 
To remember we are loved, and we are enough.