In the silence the only sound I hear
comes from inside
my own head.
Hush now.
Rest
now.
You have
miles to
go and many
promises to keep. Hush now. Rest now. Sleep.
JDG
In the silence the only sound I hear
comes from inside
my own head.
Hush now.
Rest
now.
You have
miles to
go and many
promises to keep. Hush now. Rest now. Sleep.
JDG
When the impulse is there, but not the words,
why not create
a holding
place for
each
small
shiver
of longing
to stretch and shake
until it finally takes shape and speaks?
JDG
There’s a well of wisdom deep within. May
we draw from this
reservoir
as we
need
and
ignore
the surface
clammering for
easy solutions and thought- free fixes.
JDG
Sometimes it takes surgery to remove
the busyness
from our lives
so we
can
rest,
regroup,
recover,
and restore much
needed balance to our wavering walk.
JDG
Those middle-of-the-night voices go on
and on yapping
about what
we did
wrong.
It
helps to
turn their words
into song and
find rhythm in their midnight goings on.
JDG

My intent is not to forge a path through
this field high and
overgrown.
Rather,
I’ll
pause
and take
in all the
nourishment that’s
present now and has been set before me.
JDG
Once upon a time I wrote a poem
that did not rhyme.
I knew then
I’d found
a
way
to write
that might let
me sound very
learned and remarkably profound.
JDG
Even when it doesn’t work out, there’s real
satisfaction
in doing
things my
way.
That
doesn’t
mean I can’t
do things your way.
It’s just that my teeth hurt from gritting them.
JDG
Sometimes in the night, dark questions slither
in and out of
consciousness,
poised to
strike.
I’ve
learned not
to turn toward
them, but toward my
breath instead until their hissing ceases.
JDG
Our pile of uncast stones grows larger
as we realize
we are not
without
sin.
We
can take
those very
stones and shape a
shelter for those we haven’t welcomed in.
JDG