The patience of ordinary things.

Thought you would enjoy this poem by Pat Schneider posted at purplerays.wordpress.com

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It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

“The Patience of Ordinary Things” by Pat Schneider
Art: Tori Avey

Text and image source: _/_Peggy @ ECUMENICUS https://www.facebook.com/326734894393/posts/10158650195879394/

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Gentle Flirtation

The morning grass greets me

with a thousand winks.

I smile and wink back.

                                                  JDG

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Now you are robed,

not in black,

but in shining light

reflecting back to us

the light  that resided 

within you

and in your actions

on our behalf.

                               JDG

                                                         With deep gratitude

 

 

I Move Closer

It wasn’t there yesterday, but

it’s there today,

a large brown bug,

still, unmoving.

 

When I check again, it’s still there,

still unmoving.

I move closer.

I pick it up.

 

I turn it over. A tiny

seed’s held tight in 

its grasp…What will

I die holding?

                                                        JDG

Sitting Practice

Bell sounds

Back straight

Feet on ground

Focus on breath

Focus wanders

Focus returns

Focus wanders

Focus returns

Focus wanders

Focus returns

Bell sounds

Deep sigh

 

To be continued

                           JDG

 

 

Our Eyes See

Our eyes see,

but thoughts and feelings

 cloud our vision.

                                           JDG