I chanced to see the trees dancing in the breeze. Said I to the trees could we dance together please? And I curtsied to the boughs of the trees. -jpe
Category: Poetry
Whose Fields These Are
Whose fields these are… Whose fields these are I think I know… His house presides o’er fence below. His cattle say their grace each day Content to watch and eat and stay. The fields, they hum a beckoning tune- To roam, to fly, to surf their dune, To live … Continue reading Whose Fields These Are
5:30 am
5:30 am Oh the morning hours… blurry quiet, hazy glee. Yet I cannot hold onto them when they begin to flee. A pitter-patter, then a stomp comes down the staircase landing scurrying away the birds, the mists of morning standing. Even if family does not invade the morning will still dissipate… for I begin … Continue reading 5:30 am
Morning Walks
If and When If I went out a ‘walking for the whole live-long day Would it be enough to deal with the stuff that in my heart holds sway? Would it calm the storm of worry and fear, The jumble that rumbles within? Would it shore up and strengthen the places that are wearing … Continue reading Morning Walks
A Return to December…
Aisle 5 They stood around, the three of them as I came beside for ‘matoes. Loud and boisterous they spoke of them- this generation’s pathos. “They don’t know what work is! They’ve never had to do it! Plow the back forty, bail the hay, clean out the barn, all in a day!” I stood there … Continue reading A Return to December…
A Different Kind of Advent
Our dear friend and sister in Christ experienced Advent today, January 14, 2012. Advent She awaits His coming, as we all do. A celebration of advent is really nothing new. But for her this advent is expectation full. The quiet disease is now taking its toll. Unlike long ago when God Himself did … Continue reading A Different Kind of Advent
Postcard #5
Akimbo Sitting slightly askew a star on the mantel for show… He felt that he should right it. But little did he know. “Oh I liked it catywampus! Please don’t change my decoratin’ You see, things do look best When they’re arranged a bit sigodlin. Now furniture all chockablock Well that’s against the law. But … Continue reading Postcard #5
Postcard #4
Bring Them Home Standing long. Others gone. Bring them home. Bring them home. In the cold. Yet unsold. Bring them home. Bring them home. No star atop. No tinsel plop. Bring them home. Bring them home. No fireside glow. No light show. Bring them home. Bring them home. No child in awe. No homey thaw. … Continue reading Postcard #4
Postcard #3: The Passing Years
Christmas Memories Oh the ache of Christmas, of the years rolling by, of children growing…I cannot stop it, no matter how hard I try. Middle boy says at table- “I don’t get it this year… It doesn’t seem like Christmas Yet it’s almost here. It’s a week away and it feels like any other. The … Continue reading Postcard #3: The Passing Years
Postcard #2
A Mutiny The cupboard cannot hold them these merry mugs of cheer. For sweetly drinking Christmas, Out of boxes pulled each year. I cannot fit them with the rest so tumbled out I’ll leave them, spilling Christmas nog and joy with every chance I see them. They wink as I drink my morning cuppa And … Continue reading Postcard #2