Tag: poetry

Surrender

Surrender The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude — complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get…

Wisdom of the Guest

The Guest The Guest is inside you, and also inside me; You know the sprout is hidden inside the seed. We are all struggling; none of us has gone far. Let your arrogance go and look around inside. The blue sky opens out further…

Wednesday of Hope – Take Heart

Courage comes from the French word, Coeur, which means “heart.” In order to travel from clinging to letting go, we have to “take heart.” The heart is the seat of the will.  This is the place God awakens,’ the place where the gentle uprooting…

Life Is a Garden

life is a garden, not a road we enter and exit through the same gate wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice – Bokonon

Surrender

Surrender The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude—complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get mad, but…

Wednesday of Hope – Hope is with You

Hope   Hope is with you when you believe The earth is not a dream but living flesh, That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie, That all things you have ever seen here Are like a garden looked at from a gate.   You cannot…

Christmas Eve – Receiving God

  It is good for a person to receive God Into himself or herself And I call this receptivity the work of a virgin. But it is better When God becomes fruitful within a person. For becoming fruitful as a result of a gift…

Wednesday of Hope – Wendell Berry’s Wisdom

When despair for the world grows in me, And I wake in the night in fear . . . I go and lie down where the wood drake Rests in beauty on the water, And the great heron feeds. I come into the peace…

Wednesday of Hope – Saving Hope

Because we spill not only milk  Knocking it over with an elbow When we reach to wipe a small face But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t, And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light…

Courage Not to Fear

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Sarah Williams from “The Old Astronomer to His Pupil” in Best Loved Poems of the American People