poem – Eliot 9.24.2020

Wait Without Hope By T.S. Eliot I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hopeFor hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faithBut the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.Wait without thought, … Continue reading poem – Eliot 9.24.2020

poem – Harrison 8.13.2020

Death Again by Jim Harrison Let's not get romantic or dismal about death.Indeed it's our most unique act along with birth.We must think of it as cooking breakfast,it's that ordinary. Break two eggs into a bowlor break a bowl into two eggs. Slip into a coffinafter the fluids have been drained, or better yet,slide into … Continue reading poem – Harrison 8.13.2020

poem – Hirshfield 11.28.2019

For What Binds Us by Jane Hirshfield There are names for what binds us:strong forces, weak forces.Look around, you can see them:the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,nails rusting into the places they join,joints dovetailed on their own weight.The way things stay so solidlywherever they’ve been set down—and gravity, scientists say, is weak.And see … Continue reading poem – Hirshfield 11.28.2019

poem – O’Donohue 7.4.2019

BeannachtJohn O’Donohue On the day whenthe weight deadenson your shouldersand you stumble,may the clay danceto balance you.And when your eyesfreeze behindthe grey windowand the ghost of lossgets in to you,may a flock of colours,indigo, red, green,and azure bluecome to awaken in youa meadow of delight. When the canvas fraysin the currach of thoughtand a stain … Continue reading poem – O’Donohue 7.4.2019