There they stood, those three
grandgirls, clapping wildly.
No fire had flamed
when I first saw that liquid
detergent all over
the floor. I just grimaced, breathed,
and said in a non-
reactive way, “Oh well. Glitch
happens nearly every day.”
JDG
There they stood, those three
grandgirls, clapping wildly.
No fire had flamed
when I first saw that liquid
detergent all over
the floor. I just grimaced, breathed,
and said in a non-
reactive way, “Oh well. Glitch
happens nearly every day.”
JDG
The long-awaited
visit had come at last and
we let nothing, not
the ten-hour delay nor
the stormy weather,
not the ill-chosen words nor
the rain-slick midnight drive
prevent us from savoring
the banquet of family.
JDG
Tanka need not be
five lines of syllables: five,
seven, five, seven,
seven. It can also be
five lines: short, long, short, long, long.
~~~
Still more rain?
We stay tucked inside,
looking out. We’re
happy things are not
the other way about.
JDG
When Source speaks, as it
did today when I reached out,
it brings a different
point of view, one that’s both
compassionate and
true. “Glitch happens. There’s margin
for error and many
forms of light.” Every word brings
balm to our suffering hearts.
JDG
Somewhere between fight
and flight lies another path,
one lit with reason
and with heart. To travel here
I must pack light, take
only what’s essential, leave
behind the rest. Years
of packing and unpacking
help me move forward inch by inch.
JDG
These temperatures near
zero turn my thoughts to Frost
(no pun intended)
who said the world could end in
fire or in ice,
but from having tasted of
desire, he “holds
with those who favor fire.”
Still, he said he knew
“enough of hate to say that
for destruction ice
is also great and would suffice.”
Let’s give the dice another shake.
JDG
If it were only
up to us, our plans would go
our way. Alas for
our plans, perhaps better for
us, it doesn’t always
work that way. Sometimes we’re asked
to accept an invitation
from the Divine to improvise.
JDG
He’s got it down, this
dog of mine. He follows each
morsel I take with
woeful look, heart-rending sigh.
Placing his weary
head upon my knee, he pleads
his case wordlessly:
“Don’t forget the Golden Rule
isn’t just for Sunday School.”
JDG
When adversity
comes, as it does to everyone,
choice comes too. Whether
we let ourselves slide
into bitterness or rise
toward ennoblement
is, as Mandela showed,
completely up to us.
JDG
It’s a small lake, a pond really, but such
a place of peace.
Just one look
and I
fill
my
emptied
cup back up
and pause before
I lift it to my lips and drink my fill.
JDG