Glimpse of the Holy

Sometimes I Do By Rumi In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. From: A Year With Rumi

Return to My Native Land

(my ancestors are) Those who invented neither gunpowder nor compass those who tamed neither steam nor electricity those who explored neither sea nor sky but those who know the humblest corners of the country of suffering those whose only journeys were uprootings those who went to sleep on their knees … My negritude is neither […]

Fridge poetry? Or: My heart in 11 words.

Love our today world girls beautiful new into God. Eve restored. Idelette’s note: Made a short poem out of the top ten words I’d used in my twitter/facebook status updates in 2009. Then added the eleventh.

Staccato Christmas Thoughts

Spent the day here at Linwood House. Truly glorious. Taking a break in the library now to get quiet, settle my heart and reflect on the day. Here are a few thoughts: Staccato Christmas Thoughts Emotions build build build up ride high A giant Christmas crescendo of expectation, hope and preparation Day. Day. Day. Then, […]