Through and Through Life: Celebrating Joy in Photos

Sometimes joy hides right in the open.

 

Waits for me to notice.

Thrums with sweet surprises to melt life bitter.

While I look squinty eyed right at her.

Or past her.

Or through her.

But with my God-tinted lenses, I see her.

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Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Hope

Hope Rises

heavy under

a misty veil

i see dimly

until

startled by a

cardinal

on a naked branch

and hope rises

on scarlet wings.

~Sandra Heska King (2010)

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the . . . → Read More: Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Hope

If I’m Still Enough

Sometimes
when the light
is right
and if I’m
still
enough
I catch the
glitter of
tinsel dust
that floats
above
melted memories
of magic
and mystery
in the waiting
and anticipation
of gifts delivered
in the night
and I long
for simple times
when I delighted
in an unseen
omnipotent giver
and all I had
to do
was
be good.

Yet if I’m
still
enough
I find
the Light
is right
and goodness
seeps from shadows
in the night
and
Omnipotence
passes gentle
gifts
a Gift
and all I have
to do
is
receive.

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Weeping and Celebrating

We spend… too little time experiencing the griefs themselves. The result is that these griefs remain hidden and never open us to our joys. ~David Whyte as quoted in God in the Yard.

Branches litter the yard from yesterday’s wind, and leaves block the garage door. A political sign lies in the side yard.

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I’m Not Happy

I’m not happy with others.

A lot of the the time.

I’m not happy with their choices, the pain and disappointment they inflict on others and themselves. On me.

I’m not happy with the world.

A lot of the time.

Because children starve and people suffer.

Because the economy drowns in corruption and greed, and crime flourishes like kudzu.

Because a cracked and . . . → Read More: I’m Not Happy