Sacred Pause

At day’s end I pause

and offer thanks for pauses

large and small that let

me rest from busyness and

find my way back to center.

                                                                                JDG

Philadelphia Bequest

To be fully seen,

accepted but not excused –

invited to look

at an act of foolishness,

not alone, but in

communion with another –

that was the lasting

legacy given to me

all those years ago

by my Irish grandfather

on a stoop far from

his native land. May I have

grace enough to pass it on.

                                                                              JDG

To Be Great Again

Two hundred years old,

that African Methodist

Episcopal church 

in South Carolina, shows

every one of us

how we can be great again.

We must embody

love, wisdom, and courage -all

three – simultaneously.

                                                                                               JDG

Higher Learning

“I’ve

come home,” she

said, her face alight

with joy, her voice filled with relief.

It was in these Virginia mountains that she first 

learned she had the grit to see hard things through. Now,

 four years later, she’ll bring that learning into her college classrooms

as she is strengthened and challenged  by these mountains  to see more hard things through.

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Survey Results

Another middle of the night survey

of all that’s wrong

with the world and me – 

and another chance to practice.

 This time I’ll try that ancient form

of  meditation, tonglen.

I’ll breathe in fear, foolishness, and hate

and breathe out their antidotes,

courage, wisdom, and love.

When the air is filled with these,

perhaps I’ll find my way to restful sleep.

                                                                                                   JDG

Osmosis, Anyone?

Surrounded by words

at Barnes and Noble, I search

for my own words in

hopes that I might fashion them

into something like a poem.

                                                                                             JDG

On The Road

On the road to change,

it may have been a turn too sharp

though in the right direction.

                                                                                    JDG

Beneath and Beyond

When the bare bones 

 of being show through,

we see both

beneath and beyond

 to the wonder

and terror of existence.

                                                                                       JDG

 

Doubters, Take Note

At seventy-three

I’m slowly inching my way 

to maturity. 

Who knows where I’ll be when I

reach the age of eighty-three?

                                                                                      JDG

Why?

Why search for meaning

when it’s right here before us

if we’d pause and look?

                                                                                    JDG