When anxiety
visits, I’ll breathe in its noise
and breathe out music.
JDG
Sure And Certain
I know they’ve reserved
a special place in heaven
for those who shop with
teenage girls. Patience must
open wide those pearly gates.
JDG
Morning Song
The tree was alive with red-breasted birds
aquiver with
full-throated
song. I
long
to
linger,
but work calls
and I lend an
ear to another kind of heart-felt song.
JDG
Autumn Meeting
Beneath a cloudless
sky, as the last leaves slowly
lose their gold, what once
was and what is yet to be
silently meet what is now.
JDG
A Cinquain By Janet Cook
Wisdom:
Philosophy
of mystical nature.
Intellect rests while deep knowing
Awakes.
Janet Cook
The Calling
When darkness descends
we must try even harder
to call forth the light.
JDG
From The Rubble
From the rubble hate
leaves, may the invincible
power of justice,
truth, beauty, and love arise
and, phoenix-like, spread strong wings.
JDG
A Steal
Is it wrong to steal
someone else’s prayer? My
friend Georgianne spoke
to my larcenous heart and
funny bone with her prayer:
“Please turn this whine into water.”
JDG
It’s Time (Chapter 16)
“Small Voice, I know it’s been a while
since we last spoke,” I say.
“Indeed,” Small Voice says. “Why
do you think that is?”
“Well,” I say, “You pretty much say
the same thing over and over
and you interrupt a lot.”
“Ah,” says Small Voice, “well, at least
we’re speaking again. Is
there something you need?”
“No,” I say, “I’m fine. It’s just
that I wish… I mean I’d like
for growing old to be easier.”
“Growing is never easy,” Small Voice says.
“I said ‘growing old’ not ‘growing’,” I say.
“It’s possible,” Small Voice says,
“to grow old but not to grow. At least
you’re growing.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Just a minute ago you caught
yourself wishing again and
you made a shift,” Small Voice says.
“Thanks, Small Voice.” I say.
“Maybe I won’t let so much time pass
before we talk again.”
Small Voice smiles.
JDG
Morning Haiku
Field and trees, happy
after days of rain, sparkle
in the morning sun.
JDG
