And So It Goes

Kids busy chasing

Pokemon pass blindly by

soaring gulls, wind-tossed

waves, shimmering sunrises,

leaping porpoises, and me.

                                                                                         JDG

Those Stones

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

The Catch

After a busy summer

 the girls finally caught their breath

 and went down to the pond to fish.

 There, they swear, was George

who they’ve caught every year.

  This time he flashed a shiny fin

and swam off with a great big grin.

“He must have learned

not to take the bait,” the younger sister said.

The older nodded sagely, her face aglow,

“Unlike some presidential candidates we know.”

                                                                                               JDG

What Went Before

Was he chasing or

being chased, that small red fox

lying on the road,

unmoving as cars sped by

while the sun crept slowly west?

                                                                                         JDG

Media Circus

Equanimity

has little entertainment value

and thus is not featured

 on self-described

fair and balanced news.

                                                                                                       JDG

Through A Glass Darkly

“Wait and see,” they say,

but I don’t even know what

to be looking for.

                                                                        JDG

Many Voices, Different Songs

Were they singing hymns

to the day or complaining

about the weather,

those birds this morning? Though not

united, their voice was strong.

                                                                                                      JDG

We Give Thanks

The sun, holding nothing back, casts its light

on all below

and we give

thanks, but

when

glare

blinds and

heat grows strong

we are grateful

for soft clouds and their gentle tempering.

                                                                                                    JDG

A Guest Post By Cynthia Schmitz

~
A hummingbird stopped me
Fluttering wings whirring in my path
It turned and looked me in the eye as if to say,
“You have fed me all these years, and now you stop?”
My soul stops me in the same way
Fluttering wings whirring within me
Opening me to the truth of my neglect
I replaced the hummingbird feeder today
And today I return to feeding my soul
That is the way the world works
Neglect of another mirrors neglect of self
Tend to yourself, and tend to the world
Both must be fed
~

Invictus Ignored

Before I could seize

the day, the day seized me. Did

it not hear me say

I was master of my fate

 and the captain of my soul?

                                                                                 JDG