Here He Is Again

Sadness has a way

of sneaking in unannounced

and uninvited,

sometimes refusing to leave

even when politely asked.

It can be helpful then

to let him stay and mingle with

our other guests who may have

 heartwarming and interesting

stories to share.

JDG

 

 

First Things First

This morning I awoke to the chatter of birds, 

the meowing of cats, the whining of dogs.

They made certain I couldn’t miss

their plaintive cries beseeching me to arise

and properly prioritize the basic needs

of such hungry creatures.

JDG

 

 

 

Education ( a guest poem by Beth Wiltshire )

Education

is an old-fashioned word.

It smells of musty books

in libraries

with mahogany shelving.

It’s in the pensive frown

of a gray-haired professor

as he makes a point in class

or studies a hefty book.

Education

is more:

learning to ride a bike

or to swim;

setting up house;

deciding who is trustworthy

and who is not;

singing in a choir and letting

exquisite harmonies

seep into your mind.

Education

can wound the spirit

or it can make your soul sing.

May your life be more like

a phoenix rising

than the ashes of despair

from which it comes.

Err on the side of joy.

–  Beth Wiltshire

 

Missing Out

Outside in the rain, Knox

grabbed a sick, and brought it back

 for some indoor play.

When I made him leave

the stick at the door, he 

gave me a look as if to say,

“You’re all wet just like this day.”

JDG