I like this common, crooked tree. It’s already poetry. Doesn’t need a thing from me. It shows and tells us,Everything. But writers make words,I guess,Because we cannot bend,And rise,And bloom,And die inside the fire,Of a family making s’mores. Still, for us, storytellers all,The sparks fly up,And bends will come,And sadness seeps,Into all our songs. Until both we and trees,And Everything,Are … [Read more...] about A Crooked Tree
New World Border
A Tapestry Behind
The conspiracy of goodness that has been my life,I recollect in silence.For once my frustrated sighs are quieted,In holy reverence.Gardens grow on graves. The true New World is my home and hope,This shadow I have seen,And loved and hated all my life will,Only be a place I’ve been.When beneath my vine, I fear not. So the terror that now threatens me,Is only another day, I find,Another chapter … [Read more...] about A Tapestry Behind
A Good Year
It was a good one. Yes, 2014 was a wonderful year for us for so many reasons. There was pain and darkness, like always in the world as it is, but overall it felt like a year of healing and hope, of rest and new life. It was a year of surprising adventures and, as the man who loved cliches once said, dreams come true. Last year was a year of lasting goodness. I loved it. May I have another, … [Read more...] about A Good Year
“…what this wild Drama means…”
The Play by Alfred Lord Tennyson Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom'd with woe You all but sicken at the shifting scenes. And yet be patient. Our Playwright may show In some fifth Act what this wild Drama means. [Found in one of the volumes passed down from Papaw Smith's library in June 2013, from Tennyson's Poetical Works.] … [Read more...] about “…what this wild Drama means…”