MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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walking stick

every place is within walking distance
if you have enough time
my time on earth
have i done enough?
could i have done more? done better?
of course
can i forgive myself the waste of precious sand
as my time eddies into the whirlpool leaving
the upper globe of that unyielding timer?
the grains now are so white and fine
most of the sand i have lived
has been gritty, rough, abrasive
and yet the joys!
my daughters finally connecting
to share supper last night
hugged one another in deep joy and love
knowing either would come
in the case of dificulties
what more could i ever ask?
what else do i need on this journey
i walk so humbly?
despite my own shortcomings
i am blessed to know
that the next generation – and the next
love and cherish themselves and each other


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what i say; what i feel

be easy, child
hush, be still, i’m here
let me hold you
you don’t need to be afraid
i have you

be still, my soul
know there is more above and beyond
my weak self
pray, gentle this frightened child
as He stoops to gentle you

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winter mantle

a flannel of white
bundled layer by layer
snuggling rather than confining
close-fit down lending warmth
while outer, final layers
fend off gray cold
slowing our reactions
to more considered responses
discarding petty peeves
to bring to mind
what matters
life, survival, ultimate
loss of all we’ve held
common, and dear
giving us time
slow time
to reset emotion and
perspective to a larger
whole to which we
can only tentatively
but not possess