In our present discord, Christmas music
weaves wonder, peace,
and joy back
into
the
frayed
fabric
of our lives,
reminds us of
hope’s renewal in the darkest of times.
JDG
In our present discord, Christmas music
weaves wonder, peace,
and joy back
into
the
frayed
fabric
of our lives,
reminds us of
hope’s renewal in the darkest of times.
JDG
What’s the story here?
Who’s the story teller? When’s
the story told and
to whom? – Critical questions
of our many-storied lives.
JDG
Lost
in the woods of words,
we
can’t find our way home.
Yet
our longing is deep
and
the nameless path
is
ours to find.
JDG
It’s hard to see the ups when you are down.
Take a moment.
Look up at
the sky.
Ground.
JDG
Now that fog has gone,
sun sets the trees atwinkle
in the morning light.
JDG
Why is it that snow’s
cold beauty can elicit
warm satisfaction
and bring smiles to the face
of a dour curmudgeon?
JDG
As children age they question everything
and give us old
pros a chance
not to
con.
JDG
Though the day was gray
and the road filled with fast-moving trucks,
what lingers now that I’m back home
is gratitude for time well spent
with a dear friend who agreed to drive
and later with my granddaughter
who was grateful that the driver wasn’t me.
JDG
They lined the porch rail
and gave me a look: “Get off
your duff. We need food and stuff.”
JDG
“The dirt was enough
and the grass and those leaves” barks
my persnickety
dog, Jimmy, ” but now there’s this
cold, white, sticky stuff – puh-lease!”
JDG