Thursday, December 14, 2006

Pumpkin Party

27 October 2006
Wrote this a while ago, but never got around to posting it.

There were so many significances-
scents of cinnamon and cognac
in spiced wine, the second slice
of homemade pumpkin pie,

to say nothing of the pumpkins-

oh, the pumpkins!
The fight they gave and lost,
the battles won with store-bought
pumpkin carving tools, for this is serious
business we've engaged.

And the being with, wherein lies the magic
of any autumn evening, and certainly
a gathering of such magnitude.

The being with is what brings me to life,
what I cannot do without


14 December 2006, 1:32 PM

The hem of the garment gathers nigh,
and I, evinced as prophetess,
wonder how much of fulfillment
is due to my own seeking;
to Providence; to meddlesome
friends who intend the best
and know me well enough to comprehend
who and what I need, and when.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Bright Sadness

11 December 2006, 1:35 PM

Worn out, emotionally
and physically. So much change
in such a short period of time-
it doesn't make much difference
that the change is positive and life-giving.
Change is change, and I'm tired.
I've yearned so long for an ounce of stability.

It never seems to come.

No sooner has one tidal wave hit
than another begins to build. Brace
for one grief while recovering from another-
and my reader will understand that even
impending joy can bring deep sorrow.

We call it Bright Sadness.

There's a place inside which cannot bear
a moment more of this blinding pain;
who needs to weep her eyes dry; have it
done, but the tears don't seem to come.

I'm so tired.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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