From Psalm 131

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

LORD, my heart is not haughty,
nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself
in great matters,
or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved
and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned
of his mother:

my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 131: 1-2 (KJV)

This afternoon, I am grateful for all that is in God’s hands.  I am grateful that my heart is still open to new poems.  I am grateful for the many skilled people, who are also kind, who help me be well.  Empathy.

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we hold the door

Poems For Bulletin Boards

we hold the door
for older people
memories of Mom

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This poem was published in the book They Gave Us Life: Celebrating Mothers, Fathers &Others in Haiku; Edited by Robert Epstein (2017, Middle Island Press).
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