Category Archives: Poetry

A poem for the day after 9/11 On that day it didn’t matter Who you were Or where you were from Or who you voted for Or how you got here Or where you were going On that day it … Continue reading →

First light Pedaling boards In the dewy shadows I am surprised By my fellow first-lighters Children, teenagers, middle-agers, old-agers All seeking the same thing: Solitude, companionship In the waking dawn To walk, run, or cycle with the ocean To our … Continue reading →

Pandemic spring of my distress Giving way to emptiness Prison, shelter, refuge, home Feeling captively alone The flowers are still blooming Pandemic spring of isolation Quarantine, my deep frustration Locked in endless habitation Giving way to desperation The flowers are … Continue reading →

Pandemic stillness Haunting soul Stillness in the midst of strife Stillness in my quiet life The day we all went home Stillness. Be still Be still and know that I am God An ancient, oft-ignored command That we may finally … Continue reading →

Wandering One Seeking shelter from confusion and fear Where are you going? What do you long for? Whom do you trust? Come, Seeker. Come with me I will show you the way home I know the Way because He has … Continue reading →

The Babbler sits at the corner His voice an instrument Broken since birth What does he say What does he say And comes forth words Like a muddied stream Which none can understand The Babbler sits at the corner Give … Continue reading →

Smashing hammer Shattered heart Blow by blow Crushing soul FAT The hammer falls UGLY The hammer falls STUPID The hammer falls WORTHLESS The hammer falls Shattering blows Bit by bit On a heart That turns to stone  

“You’re nobody ’til somebody loves you,” the saying goes. But “Jesus loves me, this I know.” He loves me, he loves me not. He said he did, but then forgot. “My Jesus I love Thee,” my lips shall repeat. Only … Continue reading →

Who am I? I am a mother, a daughter A wife and a lover. Who am I? I am a teacher, a student a woman and a child. Who am I? I am the strong one: a friend and a … Continue reading →