The usual problem surfaces: where to
begin? The reasons for and why
pile up like snowflakes in a drift
to bury all that points the other way,
the negatives we could not bury, even now, without the snow.
(Angels come in many guises,
some too chilly for belief.)
For all it seems like winter's wonderland,
we take it to our hearts, discovering
that, snow or not, we have eternal spring.
The wonder of it is we ever thought
the cold more influential than the love,
our lives more blessed or blighted by thrown dice -
God's or the Devil's, for it made no matter which.
It's people with their whims and vagaries
for whom we most rejoice, for whom we first give thanks.
For them and for the fact that we have life
and by their agency have life in full -
an inner life that makes love paramount.
Sometimes we carve a brightness from the fog -
or someone carves it for us -
and in its light give thanks. The light,
high brightness of an Earth that lives (at least
for now) and faith that gives
this Earth the benefit
that it can find the way that we have lost.
This poem a response to The Gooseberry Garden's challenge to write about Things I am thankful for in my life.
Church Signs heard on local radio.
Keep taking my name in vain
and I'll make rush hour longer.
Honk if you love Jesus,
text and drive if you want to meet him.
Church Parking only.
Trespassers will be baptized.
How do we get Holy Water?
We boil the hell out of it.
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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"faith that gives this Earth the benefit that it can find the way that we have lost" Lovely!
beautiful and and powerful words :)
love your words here Dave.
I loved reading this! It has started my morning off in a great perspective -- thank you for this.
Faith keeps one at ease and facing it head on is the answer!
An excellent read followed by some great fun ... omg ...
Lovely sentiment ... I'm thankful we have you to read.
Love the poem Dave and the signs made me laugh.
Bonza poem and church signs i especially the last one :-).
Beautiful - things to be thankful for.
'Sometimes we carve a brightness from the fog -
or someone carves it for us -
and in its light give thanks.'
I love this poem Dave, it is really deep, not just a list of the usual things to be thankful for.
Yes, it is the people in our lives to be thankful for! Without others, there is little of importance.
thank you for this meditation!
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I felt something pureness in my mind. Thank you.
Welcome. Thank you for commenting. Good to have you doing so.
Hi, a warm welcome to you. Thank you for your response.
Thank you so much for your comment.
As always, many thanks.
Hi! Welcome to you. Your thoughts are much appreciated. Thank you for them.
For me, faith is something from inside. Good to have your thoughts.
Many thanks forthose reflections.
Hi thenks for the comment and the good wishes. Hope you have a blissful week.
What a lovely thing to say! Thank you so much for it.
The Weaver of Grass
Thanks. I, too, was much amused by the signs.
I did too - and the first.
Thanks a lot for this response.
I did particularly sey out to avoid the list approach. You're bound to end up missing somethings out!
Your thoughts are very much appreciated. Thank you.
Agreed. I fel that very strongly.
And thank you for your response.
Wonderful! Thank you so much.
Beautiful thoughts, well written!
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