Morning Song

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

Workout

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.

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Saving Time

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

Be Careful What You Ask For

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

Among Pines and Congressmen

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

Self Reflection

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

The Swell And Sweep Of Change

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

A Prayer For Presence

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

A Big If

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?

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A Privileged Lot

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