the gravel bar stretches
to receding waters edge
tiny white shells grace the shoreline
angels wings left behind
Advent 2019 – wings
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Advent 2019 – angel of womb and wonder
That gestational moment,
seems we are always in it,
the fomenting of creation
for all that may be possible-
world, nature, being,
ideas, motivations, meanings-
enough to fill our waiting arms.
And now a babe-
a small being achieves
all that which seems impossible.
Springing into newness,
Here! Look! Hold!
An incarnation of love and spirit
worthy of worship and laughter and wonder.
We hold all of creation in our arms.
*** in honor of our new great nephew, born just this morning, 12/24/2017. Welcome to the world, KJ!
Note:12/06/2019 This was originally written at the birth of our great nephew,
KJ, two years ago.
And now tonight, a new boy, a new son, grandson, brother and great nephew. Welcome to the world, Isaac! We are happy you are here!
Advent 2019 – angel of high deserts and wandering prophets
Its tough
wandering from oasis to oasis
in the high desert,
The days seem endless
with only the ravens for company.
Once I heard there was someone,
someone the old men talked about,
someone who could bring bloom to the dry places
and honey from the stone.
I thought that there might be a way,
a light, a star to follow
that would lead to the right place
where that someone would be.
And I thought I would know when it happened
and that person would know me
and would call me by my real name.
And the ravens would become doves
and rise into the light
like angels in the desert sky.
Advent 2019- Joy
Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.
Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.
Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.
Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky
Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.
Joy leapt up!
— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K
Advent 2019 – angel of small birds and Newtons law
her small body
blue robed and speckled
covering a deep heart
beating beating beating
in time to the sound of wings
and the lift of Newtons third law
she rises
in full throated song
and rushing wind
Advent 2019 – snow angels
hold my hand
we will fall into the snow together
leaving angel wings behind
Advent 2019 – We Were Walking
We were walking with friends
behind their Minnesota farmhouse,
fields of cornstubble stretching to the winter gray horizon.
Suddenly from under our feet-
a heart stopping flash ā
all feathers and noise and wings,
a vision of gold calling in alarm.
With our pulses pounding,
we watched the pheasant disappear.
We laughed at our fear
and marveled at the beauty and wonder
of what we had seen.
This must be what the shepherds felt
in a field a long time ago,
when they flushed
a covey of angels.
***This is a poem written many years ago but still one of my favorites. May you be surprised by joy and wonder during this Christmas season ā K
