The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
“The best laid plans of Mice and Men often go awry,” so says the poet Robert Burns,[i] with whom I heartily agree. The plan I laid at April’s ending had … Continue Reading The Best Laid Plans: Memoir Update
Blighted
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
Who You Are
What words cannot tell nor images show… No fragrance, no strain of music, no touch can hold on to what I know… You… You, my Lord… You. With that little … Continue Reading Who You Are
Rooted
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Patient
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she … Continue Reading Patient
Ode to My Mother
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
of false gods
I first wrote this poem in 2016, on April 1, and called it “April’s Fool.” My own personal experiences inspired the writing, though my experiences weren’t so blatant. Poetry is … Continue Reading of false gods
Lovely
Happy Easter! Happy Spring! Happy Birthday! Rise up from the tomb of gloom, Rise up from your old ways and be not afraid, Rise up to newness of life! The … Continue Reading Lovely
Eternal Passion
Is all human suffering the same suffering — the suffering of God who is a man? Did he not exist before all of us? Did he not live in the … Continue Reading Eternal Passion
The Myth about Stars
The myth about stars is that they’re far from where we are. You, to a grain of sand at distant end of beach, may seem colossally out of reach ‘midst … Continue Reading The Myth about Stars
America’s First Poet
You never know what you might find in your family tree. Passionate about genealogical research as I sense the gratitude that I owe to my ancestors, I can’t tell you … Continue Reading America’s First Poet
Heavy Blessing of Snow
Note: This poem is about renewal. It was prescheduled, so it is NOT about current events. Snow is snow, which is quite familiar in New England. As I would like … Continue Reading Heavy Blessing of Snow
As Autumn Leaves
The mask of bright-leafed gaiety drops away and displays the bare truth, vulnerable and thin without the show of exuberance. Let’s not pretend, you and I, that life is easy … Continue Reading As Autumn Leaves
Pearls
This poetic prayer, which came to me not long ago, seems appropriate to share with the upcoming Feasts of All Saints and All Souls, as well as the impending US … Continue Reading Pearls
The Gift
A bit of poetry, musing on Creation, Autumn … and Mother … She, the flora of forests and fields, gives herself beautifully in the berries that she yields and the … Continue Reading The Gift
Holy Communion
God Stuck in My Teeth the sublime shock of knowing I gnaw and gnash the Body of God in my mouth; I swallow Him, digest Him, and even my breath … Continue Reading Holy Communion
Christina Chase 