We learn that our deepest secrets are nothing more than our common experience of fear. We all have scars on some level, but they are not who we are. Who we truly are is what we experience during times of freedom from fear. And that is love.It is only when we begin to discover this...
I think often of this verse from Jane Hirshfield’s splendid poem“The Weighing”: So few grains of happiness measured against all the dark and still the scales balance. Yes, except we furnish both the grains and the scales. I alone can weigh the blue of my sky, you of yours. ...
As for the photo – it’s a sweet photo that immediately puts a smile on my face. I was able to give my beloved both the photo and the below poem to make his special day. This poem is not only for him, but for all of you who travel along this path of fire and who sometimes ...
Philosopher Richard Kearney in his poem Bridget’s Well speaks of the importance of this inward and downward journey and suggests that it is the only way to access the life- giving and inspiring fire of Brigid that lies underneath the water. “I will rest now at the bottom of Bridget’s ...
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Following a short poem, the essay begins: There are days… wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth, make a harmony, as if nature would indulge her offspring; when, in these bleak upper sides of the planet, nothing is to desire that ...
Thus, God never abandons us. We may not feel His Arms around us all the time, but He always has His Hand in ours. Just like the famous poem,Footprints,reveals to us. He carries us to Himself always—most especially in our darkest moments...
A funeral service I once attended was officiated by a minister I do not know, but who shared a wonderful poem that moved me to my very core! And every time I read or share it’s beauty, I am reminded that even in death, we each forever remain part of “The Neverending Story” of...
His poem is in part a shipwreck narrative. It is also a meditation on the dual nature of God, creator of storms and of shelters, violent and kind, who binds our bodies together and can take them apart. The verses’ tensions are constantly being altered by evocations of movement, what som...
eclipse. The toad is very long-lived and grows horns at the age of three thousand years. It was originally a woman named Ch’ang O, who stole the drug of Immortality and fled to the moon to escape her husband’s wrath. The moon is often referred to as ch’an, as in the poem. ...