Fair sunshine and small flecks of green,
revealing treasures emerging,
an opened window, freshened air,
the deep inhaling of this grace.
ache and agony
poured in one vessel,
yearning for relief;
You who gather tears in a bottle,
hear our prayer.
For reunions in the produce section,
full-exposure answers to politely worded questions,
so satisfying an exchange
that we wonder
we ever let our friendship drift…
For a cataract of books,
flooding my shelves,
swamping my senses.
and scoop them up,
drenched in delight,
mesmerized by the mist
of so many nourishing words.
tangy smooth yogurt,
aroma of cilantro,
a cup of cold water.
For a well-placed chord or two,
a progression that knocks down
any preconceived notions,
a new way of hearing
a familiar tune.
For nicknames and
the way they bore
through apathy and passivity.
The current that keeps cracklin’
when I hear his voice say
The foreshadow of Easter
in the springtime cycles:
The song of the crocus and daffodil,
the squeaks and chirps and outside noises,
The solid joy of this abiding truth:
Winter is past.
Death is dead.
Awake, my soul, and sing!
“Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.”*
* Joseph Addison
Such an elegant way to count blessings….. I shall have to try this
It’s amazing to be able to see the duck’s feet in Danny’s picture!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I’m going to share this with our high school writing teacher. I love book section! And Danny’s photo is better than real eyesight!
I love these posts – you are a poet, Carol. :)Carrie
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Thanks givings aren’t just for November. Here is one I wrote in the spring of 2009.
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