Monthly Archives: April 2013

our prayer of thanks. 0

“Our Prayer of Thanks” by Carl Sandburg For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of thanks. For the laughter of children who tumble barefooted and bareheaded in the summer grass, Our prayer of thanks. For the sunset and the stars, the women and […]

you have to let things be as they are. 0

“What Things Want” by Robert Bly You have to let things Occupy their own space. This room is small, But the green settee Likes to be here. The big marsh reeds, Crowding out the slough, Find the world good. You have to let things Be as they are. Who knows which of us Deserves the […]

saving my life. 2

“Dusting” by Marilyn Nelson Thank you for these tiny particles of ocean salt, pearl-necklace viruses, winged protozoans: for the infinite, intricate shapes of submicroscopic living things. For algae spores and fungus spores, bonded by vital mutual genetic cooperation, spreading their inseparable lives from equator to pole. My hand, my arm, make sweeping circles. Dust climbs […]

i hold between two words. 2

“You Begin” by Margaret Atwood You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost the shape of an eye This is your mouth, this is an O or a moon, whichever you like. This is yellow. Outside the window is the […]

sweetcakes. 2

My friend Lexi shared this poem at church on Sunday. It’s a favorite of mine but it has never been quite the right moment to post it. Until now. “God Says Yes To Me” by Kaylin Haught I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if […]

married to amazement. 3

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. –Mary Oliver, from “When Death Comes” It was clear when we started setting up that Paas egg dye kit is Mike’s childhood in a box. Where is the […]

be joyful though you have considered all the facts. 1

This poem means more to me every year. Happy Eastertide. Happy National Poetry Month. Practice resurrection, friends. “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” by Wendell Berry Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a […]