Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Light, like love

A patch of sun in the late afternoon 
Ignites my neighbor’s tree, 
And suddenly she’s beautiful — 
But perhaps, like each of us, 
She always was: it’s just that light, 
Like love, brings out all unseen beauty, 
And sets our hearts aflame.

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Beneath the skin

My mother always taught me 
Not to judge a book by its cover, 
But in case I didn’t remember, 
The Madrona tree; the way it, like a snake, 
Sheds its skin in the spring — 
Would surely remind me 
That whatever color the skin; 
However apparently smooth 
 The exterior might appear; 
What’s underneath may very well surprise you.

Monday, January 29, 2024

This path

This path we walk is rarely straight or narrow: 
So many obstacles to overcome or skirt around, 
Yet still we persevere, pressing ever forward 
While determined to experience 
 Each step along the way to its fullest.

Sunday, January 28, 2024

A great loss

The doors of the church remain dark and closed 
To so many. 
How could something once so full of meaning 
Feel so empty now 
When the world so needs 
That sense of shared communion?

Saturday, January 27, 2024

What light?

Each one of us can choose to be a beacon, 
But what light is it we shine?

Friday, January 26, 2024

In stillness

In stillness, the water reflects 
The rosy colors of the sky. 
In stillness, we, too can reflect 
The light from above.

Thursday, January 25, 2024


Though we can barely see her, 
 We can know she is there 
 By the light she sends streaming 
 Across the water. 
May we too, like the moon, 
Remain less visible and yet 
Allow the light that shines through us 
To illuminate the darkness for others.

Wednesday, January 24, 2024


Worrying becomes a kind of fog, 
Graying out your surroundings and all joy. 
Peering out from behind those tangled thoughts, 
Waiting for the bad news that might come 
Is no way to live — and yet, 
So many of us do. Time to create! 
Make something that restores the color 
Worrying has leached from your life!

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

The path before you

The path before you is clear; 
The light at its end unmistakable.
 What are you waiting for?

Monday, January 22, 2024


Do you see it there, hidden in the bushes? 
A boat, like a fish out of water,
 Born to float, but now condemned to stagnate, 
To lie fallow amidst the weeds, 
Slowly sinking into the earth from which 
 It first emerged, hewn by hands 
 That dreamed of future adventures, 
Just as our parents dreamed 
Of what we might accomplish when we’d grown — Dreams now deceased or turned to dust 
As we watch the world we’d hoped to create 
Spin apart, having somehow lost its center…

Sunday, January 21, 2024

Divided world

Not every gate through which we pass 
Will be this obvious, 
And many which stand open for us 
Will be firmly closed for others. 
In this divided world, what can we do 
To remove the barriers keeping us apart?

Saturday, January 20, 2024

The call to be light

Each day the sun reminds us 
Of our call to be the light; 
To enliven whatever dark clouds may surround us 
With the vibrant luminosity of love.

Thursday, January 18, 2024

Resting in hope

Like this great tree, 
Knocked down, but still productive, 
We draw our strength from earth and sky 
And offer up what fruits we’re born to give, 
Resting in the hope we’ve done our best 
Even as the light begins to fade.

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Inside each heart

Inside each heart, a garden blooms 
 And a fountain, everflowing, pours; 
A constant Source of love and creativity 
If only we could set aside 
The shoulds, desires, dissatisfactions 
Distracting and diverting us 
 From Being and Becoming.

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

The illusion of warmth

The day draws to a close, 
And the house is bathed in flames, 
Warmer in appearance than within, 
Like a cold-hearted politician’s 
 Falsely charming demeanor.

Monday, January 15, 2024

Imagined tragedy

At first we thought they were birds, 
Their poor feet trapped in the frozen ice, 
And we ached for their probable demise, 
Even as we marveled 
 At the symmetry of their spacing. 
It was a relief to realize 
These were simply ancient pilings 
From a dock long since destroyed. 
Disturbing, really, to see 
 How deeply we respond 
To imagined horrors seen 
While successfully ignoring
 Real tragedies unseen

Sunday, January 14, 2024

A gentle reminder

After days of gray, the clouds part, 
And we’re reminded 
 Of what we should have remembered all along: 
That, like the spirit that lives within us 
And walks beside us, 
The sun is always shining there, 
No matter how deeply buried behind the clouds.

Saturday, January 13, 2024

On a winter’s day

On a day so cold 
The ocean can see its own breath, 
We close off what rooms we can 
And huddle by the stove, 
Waiting for our power to be restored…

Friday, January 12, 2024

Light follows the storm

Always, after the storms, the light; 
A time to sit and reflect 
On what’s been lost and what comes next...

Thursday, January 11, 2024

A haunting fog

As temperatures drop and evening falls, 
Wisps of fog steal through the valley, 
Bathing all the scruffy farms 
In haunting mystery.

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

Don’t get caught

Don’t waste your life, says Rumi, 
With those who don’t see you, 
But what if it’s you that fails to see 
The strengths, the gifts with which you’re born, 
Always comparing, always longing, 
Never comprehending 
 The magnitude of wonder 
 That is yours and yours alone? What then? 
Don’t get trapped by a rising tide 
Of self-recrimination, 
But step away, and step into the light.

Tuesday, January 9, 2024


Wind, waves, and high water, 
Threatening our shores, 
Washing over us like anger, 
Hurling logs like fists or threats; 
Tossing fear and exultation 
 Into the mix of the moment…
When will this madness pass?

Monday, January 8, 2024

Coping with change

Just when things seem pretty calm, 
Something new splashes into your life: 
Now what? 
Whether this new arrival is good or bad, 
Full of opportunities or simply an inconvenience, Something has to change to accommodate it. 
How will you adjust? 
How have you reacted in the past to change, 
And what might you do differently this time?

Sunday, January 7, 2024

No regrets, just compassion

Those moments come when we look back 
Over what has gone before. 
Try not to feel regret, but rather compassion, 
Both for your own mistakes 
And for those who wronged you. 
The time is now: set aside what’s lost, 
Breathe deep, and turn your face forward: 
This is your chance to build a better future.

Saturday, January 6, 2024

What if there’s no fence?

If there’s no wall, 
There’s no need for a window, 
And if there’s no fence, 
 There’s no need for a gate. 
Each barrier we erect 
 To protect our fragile hearts 
Requires us to construct an entrance 
And then spend energy guarding it, 
Controlling who we do and don’t let in. 
Is that really how we want to spend our time?

Friday, January 5, 2024

Everything we see

This is just a reminder 
That everything we see, 
We see from inside ourselves: 
Each vision that we have 
Is partially obscured by what we know 
And what has gone before, 
Like watching a sunset from behind a window: 
However clean the glass, 
 There will be reflections, other times and places 
Mirrored in the glass and coloring 
Everything we see…

Thursday, January 4, 2024

The clever fog

How clever of the fog to fall in stripes,
 Igniting with its light the leafless layer 
 Of deciduous trees, then evergreens, 
 And then the mountain’s snowy summit, 
While at the same time weaving all together 
To make a cohesive whole. 
If only we could be as clever, 
Highlighting the value of our differences 
While at the same time intertwining 
 All into a seamless and constructive aggregation…

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Seeking solace

A solitary sloop on a sterling sea 
Sends glimmers of hope to an anxious heart: 
Though clouds abound, perhaps calm seas 
 And smooth sailing lie ahead.

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

When the camera surprises

Beneath his feet 
The Buddha smiles benignly: 
Soon his horns will sprout.

Monday, January 1, 2024

Faith for the year ahead

Asked last night 
 How we thought of the year to come, 
Each person present, myself included, 
Admitted they were frightened: 
Two wars, Putin, the election, women’s rights… 
So many battles being fought and lost; 
No confidence in where the truth might lie… 
And so this morning I will strive for faith: 
Not just belief, but faith. 
Not mindless — thoughtless — optimism, 
But faith: not that all is well, 
But that somehow the arc of the future 
Bends toward justice; 
That, appalled by the dark within, 
We will learn again to love and crave the light.