The sages say, ” Do spiritual
practices now
so you’ll have them
when you need them.”
Today I wish I’d practiced more
’cause though my need
was clearly there,
I’d left my tools
behind in loving-kindness class.
I’ll go back now,
pick them up, and
begin again.
JDG
Beyond the foggy mist, a strong
sun promises
to abide and
lend whatever
light it can to the greying of
the day. Even
when the rain joins
in, the sun holds
true. Poetry is like this too.
Calling us to
look and look beyond,
it sees us through.
JDG
After last night’s full red moon rose
and slowly fell,
the sun, not to
be outdone, burst
through the morning rain and announced
he’d take center
stage. But, with a
sudden change of
heart, sun agreed to light the scene
for water to
sing a wistful
wake-up melody.
JDG
When energy dwindles, it’s no
easy task to
balance amidst
life’s crashing waves.
When each small move seems harder than
the last, how do
you learn to surf,
knowing the waves
won’t stop for you to learn. You have
to learn on the
job, balancing
what little’s left.
JDG
I watched the people as they watched
the butterflies.
They all, toddlers,
seniors and those
between, looked with smiling wonder
as these flying
colors dipped and
danced about the
misty, tree-filled room. For a while
winged magic wove
its awesome spell
and we flew too.
JDG
Caught in an inner narrative
of anger, hurt
and fear, I left
the here and now
and entered if and then, losing
touch with simply
is. I stayed in
that nowhere place
until I somehow found my way
back with ” May I
be well. May you
and all be well.”
JDG
A gentle warrior, the moon
stands sentry as
lightning fires
its warning shots
across the sky. Even as thunder
echoes through the
air and dark clouds
block her face, her
soft presence abides, firm and round
and full of light,
undaunted by
the passing storm.
JDG
This uncertain season starts with
just a hint of
change. What once was
green begins to
turn to other shades. As the young
depart for places
all their own, those
left prepare for
journeys they too will take, while some
simply hunker
down for winter’s
cold and waning light
JDG
For a moment I thought the sign
on the back of
the van ahead
said, “How is my
driving? My mother’s number is … “
This led me to
ponder the many
tasks a mother
has. Even when her kids are grown
and gone, it seems
a mother’s work
is never done.
~JDG
Little Bird, at first I thought you
were a mourning
dove perched upon
my mailbox as
I drove by, but now I’m not so
sure. It only
seems fitting that
I learn your name
when you graciously paused amidst
your birdly chores
to send me off
to work today.
JDG
