Two mallard ducks, circling the pond in
early morning
light, call out,
“Stop and
look.”
I
call back,
“I’ll try but
I have stuff to
do.” “It can wait,” they say and so I do.
JDG
Two mallard ducks, circling the pond in
early morning
light, call out,
“Stop and
look.”
I
call back,
“I’ll try but
I have stuff to
do.” “It can wait,” they say and so I do.
JDG
What if we looked at every moment as
the gift it is?
We’re here, not
somewhere
else.
It’s
now, not
then. Will we
choose to open
the timeless gift of this very moment?
JDG
Dancing on the razor’s edge cuts both ways.
We move away
from what was,
move close
to
what
may be.
Can we stay
on the dance floor
long enough to learn how to bend and sway?
JDG
He lies there on the hill, surveying all
who come and go.
Rain drizzles
down, but
he
stays
at his
post, content,
knowing he has
helped make the world safe for democracy.
JDG
Etched against the evening sky, tall branches
wait, reaching out
to catch the
falling
moon
as
owl asks
once again,
as he often
does, his ever haunting question of who.
JDG
When I saw those golden daffodils poke
their bright faces
through that small
picket
fence
to
grin at
passersby,
I smiled too.
I hope their sweet owner enjoyed their joke.
JDG
Those birds have built a nest, not in the trees,
but in my heart.
They bring forth
song in
me.
From
that place
my spirit
soars as they give
wings to nature’s ever-present blessing.
JDG
My aging cat and I sit looking out
at the many
birds in their
feeding
place.
How
she feels,
I do not
know. My aging
self finds comfort, though, in both birds and cat.
JDG
Looking out into the dark of early
morning before
the sun casts
its first
light,
I
wonder
what the day
will bring and what
in me will rise to meet it. I hope for grace.
JDG
To turn to feelings of a darker kind
with gentleness
and respect
can shift
our
view,
alter
our stance, and
help us meet life’s
difficulties with unexpected ease.
JDG