but right on time with its thought, this poem shared at The Writer’s Almanac [http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2014/01/17] yesterday perectly expresses a thought I've often considered—New Year's celebrates the passage of time. > Let other mornings honor the…
A doctor, Rafael Campo [http://www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2014/01/doctorpoet-rafael-campo-uses-the-stethoscope-to-explore-rhythms-of-poetry.html] , and three of his students [http://www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2014/01/three-medical-students-on-why-poetry-nurtures-a-part-of-the-soul.html] discuss the importance of poetry to their work. I'm taken by the doctor's words >…
Thanksgiving Day Prayer by Walter Rauschenbusch (1861–1918) For the wide sky and the blessed sun, For the salt sea and the running water, For the everlasting hills And the never-resting winds, For trees and the common grass underfoot. We thank you for our senses By which we hear the…
The concluding stanzas of What the Heart Cannot Forget [http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2013/11/25] by Joyce Sutphen. In a decidedly unpoetic way, the image reminds me of the way my body feels when someone helps me exercise long unused muscles. > And the skin remembers…
> Unable to sleep, the poet Marie Ponsot lay in a hospital bed one night last month trying to figure out what it was that she no longer knew. A few days earlier, she’d had a stroke. Her brain had been ransacked. Poems that she had been reciting from…
by Wendell Berry > Though he was ill and in pain, in disobedience to the instruction he would have received if he had asked, the old man got up from his bed, dressed, and went to the barn. The bare branches of winter had emerged through the last leaf-colors of…
I copied this out some time ago and forgot to record who wrote it. Still a good thought for Thanksgiving. There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning. in the chapel of…