Love Poem With Toast
Some of what we do, we do
to make things happen,
the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc,
the car to start.
The rest of what we do, we do
trying to keep something from doing something,
the skin from aging, the hoe from rusting,
the truth from getting out.
With yes and no like the poles of a battery
powering our passage through the days,
we move, as we call it, forward,
wanting to be wanted,
wanting not to lose the rain forest,
wanting the water to boil,
wanting not to have cancer,
wanting to be home by dark,
wanting not to run out of gas,
as each of us wants the other
watching at the end,
as both want not to leave the other alone,
as wanting to love beyond this meat and bone,
we gaze across breakfast and pretend.
~Miller Williams
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Weekly Reading
Famous
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence –which knew it would inherit
the earth before anybody said so.
The cat, sleeping on the fence, is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous – briefly – to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom – is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth – more famous than the dress shoe–
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it,
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets.
To sticky children in grocery lines, famous is the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous or a buttonhole.
Not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence –which knew it would inherit
the earth before anybody said so.
The cat, sleeping on the fence, is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous – briefly – to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom – is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth – more famous than the dress shoe–
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it,
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets.
To sticky children in grocery lines, famous is the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous or a buttonhole.
Not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
Friday, February 13, 2009
Weekly Reading
Having looked the beast in the eye,
having given and received forgiveness,
let us shut the door on the past,
not to forget it,
but to allow it not to imprison us.
-Desmond Tutu
having given and received forgiveness,
let us shut the door on the past,
not to forget it,
but to allow it not to imprison us.
-Desmond Tutu
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Last Week's Reading
I am transformed
by the renewal
of my mind.
My attitudes are formed
by my continual thinking.
I accept the good.
I align with the good.
I live the good.
My life is joyous,
successful and triumphant.
I dare to change my thinking.
~Gabriel Halpern
I have faith in
my emerging spiritual self.
Through faith,
worry and concern
translate into positive thinking.
Spirit moves me from
I can't to:
I can be
all I am capable of.
I go towards my highest good.
I affirm spirit's presence
around and within me.
~Gabriel Halpern
by the renewal
of my mind.
My attitudes are formed
by my continual thinking.
I accept the good.
I align with the good.
I live the good.
My life is joyous,
successful and triumphant.
I dare to change my thinking.
~Gabriel Halpern
I have faith in
my emerging spiritual self.
Through faith,
worry and concern
translate into positive thinking.
Spirit moves me from
I can't to:
I can be
all I am capable of.
I go towards my highest good.
I affirm spirit's presence
around and within me.
~Gabriel Halpern
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