Monday, October 31, 2011

some shady rhyme for halloween

it's only a shadow
i tell myself,
but it looks like a spider!
(or some evil elf)
or maybe like "wilson"
the soccer ball friend --
who in that old movie,
came to a bad end.
and speaking of endings,
i think it is time
to put out of its pain
this terrible rhyme! 

Thursday, October 27, 2011

rust-ic beauty

I found this bead and wire ornament last christmas at a local craft gallery, and decided to hang it in the garden. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but the summer rains took their toll and it is now a rusty version of its former self. I think I like it better this way...

Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Way of Pain, by Wendell Berry

(from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, Counterpoint Press, 1999)

For parents, the only way
is hard. We who give life
give pain. There is no help.
Yet we who give pain
give love; by pain we learn
the extremity of love.

I read of Abraham's sacrifice

the Voice required of him,
so that he led to the altar
and the knife his only son.
The beloved life was spared
that time, but not the pain.
It was the pain that was required.

I read of Christ crucified,

the only begotten Son
sacrificed to flesh and time
and all our woe. He died
and rose, but who does not tremble
for his pain, his loneliness,
and the darkness of the sixth hour?
Unless we grieve like Mary
at His grave, giving Him up
as lost, no Easter morning comes.

And then I slept, and dreamed

the life of my only son
was required of me, and I
must bring him to the edge
of pain, not knowing why.
I woke, and yet that pain
was true. It brought his life
to the full in me. I bore him
suffering, with love like the sun,
too bright, unsparing, whole. 

Monday, October 24, 2011

fall in florida means beauty berries

"I do not know how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to."

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

Saturday, October 22, 2011

the city at night

(distracting myself with photos from my archives...)

Thursday, October 20, 2011

going through a season of illness and pain.
sigh... the light feels very thin and scattered lately...

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

e.e. cummings, "i thank You God for most this amazing"

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings;and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

— e.e. cummings, from "XAIPE"

Monday, October 17, 2011

Don McLean - Waters of Babylon

This song kept going through my head today...

Sunday, October 16, 2011


"God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us."

Ephesians 3:20, The Message Bible

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

a bedtime story

fairy lights and candles

on a dark and rainy night

highways lit to other worlds

just hidden from my sight

curtains closed, it's time for bed

snuff the candles, sleepyhead!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

sovereign gifts

it's raining sweetly,
a soft blanket of sound
orphaned by 
last night's storm —
and the yellow leaves of
some unknown tree 
are peeking out from the corner of
the red roof across the street,
a smudge of gold
beyond the naked oak branch
hanging half crazy from the
now-stilled wind.
and those sovereign leaves
are my reward for looking out
and up this morning —
a brightly gift of color
from the throne.

— leslie young

Saturday, October 8, 2011


 I try to make everyone's day a little more surreal.

— Calvin, via Bill Watterson

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


it's just a weed growing by the sea,
nothing special, really,
but it turns its face
so staunchly
to the light

Saturday, October 1, 2011

wendell berry and the peace of wild things on a bad day...

The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.