The tree was alive with red-breasted birds
aquiver with
full-throated
song. I
long
to
linger,
but work calls
and I lend an
ear to another kind of heart-felt song.
JDG
The tree was alive with red-breasted birds
aquiver with
full-throated
song. I
long
to
linger,
but work calls
and I lend an
ear to another kind of heart-felt song.
JDG
Before I was even aware, I was
pushed out the door
onto the
practice
field
called
life. It
soon became
clear I needed
more time, but that’s not the way the game’s played.
JDG
What if the time we want to save is not
daylight? What if
we prefer
to save
night
light
with its
changing moons,
shifting shadows,
and star-lit wanderings across dark skies?
JDG
In prayerful meditation I asked to
hear my true name
spoken, but
when it
came
it
was not
“Wise Fox” or
“Soaring Eagle.”
Clear and softly said, it was “Gnat Chaser”.
JDG
Here among the pines, a gray mist slowly
glides, quietly
narrowing
a broad
view.
Here
amidst
our Congress
a similar
mist hovers, clouding an enlightened view.
JDG
All these years of self-help later, and my
self’s not been much
help. It could
be time
to
let
self go
(gently and
with deep regret),
acknowledging the time and effort spent.
JDG
Amid the swell and sweep of change, they stood,
these friends weathered
by events
and years.
They
spoke
of what
once was, what
is, what might be –
their words caught by crescent moon, setting sun.
JDG
In the rush from here to over there, may
I not lose sight
of all that
matters,
of
all
that is
beautiful,
of all that calls
out to be acknowledged along the way.
JDG
If we really believe all lives matter,
wouldn’t our words
and actions
be ones
of
deep
respect?
Wouldn’t we
take the time to
listen before we judge or scold or preach?
JDG
As an internationally unknown
poet, certain
privileges
accrue.
No
one
really
cares what you
write about but
you, and you only care that write you do.
JDG