Three dogs met in Deep Run Park. They
wagged their tails, sniffed,
and kissed. One was
brown and white, one
black, and one brown. One was big and
one medium,
one was small. No
exclusion here.
What if, like those dogs, humans saw
other humans,
not color, race,
only humans?
In the dead of winter no one would
suspect that out of an old tree trunk
smothered with vines, a branch
of new beauty would emerge.
Pay attention to those of us now
covered with spots and wrinkles.
Perhaps we too have something
worth noticing, something that
may amaze and delight you!
On a day like today
my heart swells as if
if it will burst from
my chest, spiraling
upward in the flawless
blue sky where it
will get a bird’s eye
view of the dazzling
redbud and cottony
Bradford pear, the
tiny green puffs on
budding tree limbs,
and the mighty James
as it journeys eastward.
Then it will flutter
down to peek at the
petite grape hyacinths,
tulips and daffodils,
the violets hiding in
grass, and the hot pink
flocks spilling down
the hill, all the while
accompanied by the
Carolina wren warbling
its “pretty, pretty, pretty.”
On this planet
people
are destroying
each
other
as well as the
earth and yet,
and yet,
there is still
such beauty
and we must
relish it
while there
is time.
What does it mean
when the Secretary
of Defense proclaims
“It takes money to kill
bad guys.” Think about
that. Think about that.
Billions of dollars to
murder human beings,
sons, daughters, mothers,
fathers, sisters, brothers,
grandparents, friends.
Billions that could be
used to help survivors
of tornadoes, of floods,
of hurricanes, people who
are hungry, people who
need medical attention,
schools that are falling
apart, the homeless.
“It takes money to kill
bad guys.” Think about
that. Think hard.
What about the greatest
commandment? What
about compassion?
What about kindness?
What about the belief
that each human being
is sacred? Consider that.
All night long tiny creatures
have been busy decorating
bushes, trees, and grass
with intricate designs now
highlighted by shafts of
sunlight for the early
morning walker’s delight.
I look up into the
clear blue sky when
I hear the sharp cry
of the Cooper’s hawk,
stopping to feel the
warmth of the sun
on my face after so
much cold, so much ice
that I almost forgot
how delightful a day
over 30 can be when
the grass is beginning
to peek through the
patches of snow and
the road is clear for
walking and spirits
are lifting and the
monks have finished
their journey through
ice and snow and cold
and have brought
hope and joy to the
entire world. May all
be like them and vow
to make each day
a peaceful one.
(Photo is AI generated)
sun
helps
pond
show
off
new
coat
of
ice
There’s a stillness in the air
in anticipation of something
big to come. The birds are quiet,
the pond serene. A thin layer
of ice is creeping across the
surface of the water and Mr.
and Mrs. Mallard are swimming
to the far bank where the
heron hangs out, seeking a
safe place to settle. Luna
and I are enjoying our walk
knowing we may be housebound
tomorrow if the BIG Storm comes.
icy
hamlet
close to
pond’s edge
and pine
needles
scattered
into
distinct
patterns
Ripples of time
are moving me
closer, closer
to the edge where
mystery abounds.
May cold hearts
begin to melt
like thin ice
on a pond.
Then all shall
be well, all
shall be well.
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