Step Away from the Ledge

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What are you doing way up there?

Are you trying to branch out? Expand your horizons? Or deaden them?

How many ladders do you need? Are two not enough?

Really, you don’t need ladders.

Get down off that ledge. It won’t solve anything and, besides, it makes me nervous.

Perhaps you could climb the shadows instead. Climb them until their dark is gone. Climb them until all you see are those useless ladders. The ones you don’t need in order to arrive safely at the place you want to be.

Don’t be afraid. The ground will support you.

And it’s amazing how high you can jump if you try.

 

photo by C. Dennis-Willingham

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Filling the Sinkhole Together

There has to be a loophole

for us who still believe

in justice, freedom and our rights

amidst dishonesty.

 

This gap won’t last much longer

for together we’ll encroach

to fill the sinkhole with the hearts

we’ll never let them poach.

 

Hands united, standing tall

we’ll show a greater strength

than those who are unwilling

to detect our common link.

 

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The Good Thing about “Meh” Posts

Yesterday was a “meh” post day for me – a cute puppy and an attempt at a witty daily word prompt.

The good thing about a “meh” post is thinking about it.

So, today, learning the new prompt, I thought more about puppies and remembered something. Something I was told and continue to love.

A few weeks after a friend’s beloved dog died, he had a dream. In the dream, “Max,” Ethan’s Cocker Spaniel, came to visit and spoke to him.

Ethan said, “Max, I didn’t know you could talk.”

“Of course we can,” he said. “We’re just not supposed to show it.”

“Well, what do you do all day?” Ethan asked.

“Oh, I sit at the feet of God.”

Ethan said, “What does that feel like?”

“Well, you know how when you yawn and, when the yawn’s over, how good it feels? It’s like that.”

 

I love this dream.

So I wonder if the God in Ethan’s dream is surrounded by a zoo of deceased and beloved pets, all yawning with contentment. I hope so. It’s a beautiful image.

Thinking of you sweet Lizzy and Luther.

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Tethering to Glory

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In the arms of a rope:

 

I”d tether to the glory

of lily fields and daffodils

on wings of whip-poor-wills in flight

toward the moon’s calm light

 

I’d gather all the wisdom known

with loosened knots, embrace the thoughts

allowing plots of greater good

to be my livelihood

 

You, untangled chord of strength

the sturdy twine so blessed mine

a lifeline, filled with hope

this dreamer’s periscope

 

Photo credit and: “The metaphysicians, theologists and even the modern psycho-analysts, have been long using it – the imagery of swing, for defining the wanderings of self and a vacillating, wavering or indecisive mind, and aestheticians, poets and painters …”

 

Poems of the Heart

Before I gift you with my favorite poem (and I DO believe it to be a worthy present) I want to share something with you.

My mother loved birds. She loved watching them eat from their feeders and poke their beaks at her sliding glass door. And, she watched them as she became weaker with age.

I knew of this poem but, after Mom died, it took on a greater significance. As a gift, my sister had this necklace made for me.

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On the flip side is the first stanza of my favorite poem.

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Here is the beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson:

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A big thank you to Ms. Dickinson for creating this poem and to my sister for gifting me with this reminder.

And especially to Mom who, kept warm my soul.

Hope is the thing with feathers.

 

 

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