When the road is dark
And the path most unclear,
Where is our guiding beacon?
~
When what’s outside can’t
mark the path, we must then turn
to an inner light.
When the road is dark
And the path most unclear,
Where is our guiding beacon?
~
When what’s outside can’t
mark the path, we must then turn
to an inner light.
Where do we turn when
there’s no where to turn and we’ve
clearly lost our way?
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When we’ve lost our way,
one good turn or another
is as good as going home.
Is political
apathy a cousin to
compassion fatigue?
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The best of kin learn
to take care of themselves as
well as each other.
If counting to ten
slows our response, what would
bring us to a complete stop?
~
Physicists would say
entropy is the ticket.
But for me, it’s Accounting!
But can we embrace
The light, simply by taking
A moment to see our world?
~
By making time to
see what lies before us, we
can embrace both dark and light.
Why do we hurry
through our days when we know night
will come soon enough?
~
Perhaps we distract
ourselves with endless motion
to avoid encroaching dark.
Gazing upon blank
Paper, lost in the texture.
With what should I sully it?
~
Sometimes the greatest
of bards must wait to see what
comes to fill this space.
What would you suggest
is important to include
in an anti-despair kit?
~
In case of despair
grab a pad, sharpen the pencil,
and write yourself a life raft.
If it’s all about
journey, not destination,
what yardstick measures progress?
~
It’s how you get there
that counts, not where you’re headed
or when you arrive.
If there’s some secret
known only to a few that brings
happiness, what is it?
~
The secret is known
to all. But, perhaps, it’s just
well hidden in the darkness.
On discovery:
Of things undiscovered,
What happens to happiness?
~
What brings happiness
can lie in plain sight and still
go undiscovered.
Now that we’re one day
into the New Year, what else
have you discovered that’s new?
~
Discovery will
unfold like origami
cranes, deconstructed by time.
So. It’s a new year.
Why does this passage of time
fail to imbue me with joy.
~
Joy resists schedules,
specific dates, appointed
times. It visits when it will.
At this very point,
when the old ends and the new
begins, what should we anoint?
~
Anoint newness with hope
as the old evanesces
into historic annals.
Since years always pass,
isn’t it better to note
as they come not when they’re gone?
~
While it is good
to note comings and goings,
it’s great to be present now.
What I want to know
is where did the years go and
how can we find them?
~
They pass, as always,
at the usual pace.
We must notice them passing.
With the end of all
this holiday hurry and
rush, is NOW the time for peace?
~
Ah, if we can but
pause and breathe the mayhem might
be replaced by peace.
Any suggestions
for how best to move into
the new year that lies ahead?
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By celebrating
achievements and forgiving
ourselves for failures.
If God so loved
the world that he gave his son,
what became of his daughter?
~
A better question
might be, can we all, sons and
daughters, live God’s love on earth?
If you could unwrap
only one gift for the whole
world, what would it be?
~
My gift for the world
must remain encased, always,
safe inside Pandora’s Jar!
In this festive time,
What message would you send to
Those few souls who find no joy?
~
The message brought to
us on that first Christmas Day
was love unconditional.
What’s with all these twelves –
days of Christmas, number of
apostles, months in a year?
~
Busy taking steps!
But twelve is significant
Here too, I gather.
Would Rudolph enjoy
their green-eyed jealousy
if his belly weren’t yellow?
~
Hmm – red, yellow, green –
stop, go, and in between – some
subliminal message here?
If you were going
to make a guess what made
Rudolph’s nose glow red?
~
Rudolph, like Hogarth,
the therapist in me says,
likely loved “Christmas Cheer”!
Does the bright red suit
symbolize seasonal joy,
or do the clothes make the man
~
A larger question
might be what manner of man
would pick clothes like those.
Why was ma in her
kerchief and pa in his cap
in the middle of the night?
~
Surely you recall
what it’s like to be dressed
up but have no place to go?
Can seeking silence
yield a more stunning chorus
than reveling in music?
~
Contemplatives say
in seeking silence we may
find a music more sublime.
All those years ago
when you listened for Santa’s
sleigh, what did you hear?
~
Myths and legends claim
there should be bells and hoof beats
but I heard Julie Andrews!
It’s tough not to cry
In the face of Old Nick’s lies.
Is indignation better?
~
Don’t let Old Nick snag
you with his lasso of lies.
Tie him in knots with laughter.
If angels dance on
the head of a pin, what is
the devil’s venue?
~
The Supreme Courthouse?
House of Representatives?
The C.I.A. Headquarters?