I asked for a word
to serve as a compass this year.
I waited. Then, softly but clearly
the answer came… “open”.
JDG
I asked for a word
to serve as a compass this year.
I waited. Then, softly but clearly
the answer came… “open”.
JDG
Memories
flood
in,
wash
away
years.
JDG
Damp leaves glistening
in the morning sun announce
the start of a new
day. May we too reflect light
in winter’s recurring gray.
JDG
Looking for some fun,
Murphy approaches sleeping
friends one by one, gives
a hiss when she can’t rally
them. Looks at me. Not you too?
JDG
Opened present.
looked inside.
Teary eyes.
JDG
Knox is teaching me
that wonder abounds, but
we must take the time to look,
and when we spot it, it’s ok
to bark with joyous appreciation.
JDG
Day of misty rain.
Snuggled inside,
exploring inner terrain.
JDG
Aging Santa sighed
when asked how
he identified.
Finally he replied,
“Is there a slot for
merry and wise?”.
JDG
Tis the day before
Christmas and all through the house
chaos reigns, but there’s no mouse.
JDG
The flickering light
of compassionate thought
can strengthen with time
until it becomes a trusted guide.
JDG