I keep this Christmas poem by Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010) in my Pages year-round, and it is read year-round. It’s from a card he made. All Rights Reserved for his family. Charles was the editor of Time Of Singing, when I began with the journal in the late 1980s. He offered so much hope in his work.
letters become words
and words become poems
haiku, tanka, and all the forms
many know better than me
what I know is I need to create
to feel more whole
and rest as much as I need to rest
too high a price when I try too hard
let the work grow at its own pace
each dream its own time
Yesterday, when we returned home from a few errands, I opened the side door of the garage, and saw the autumn leaves on the earth. This picture moved my heart. Once the leaves were on tree branches, and now they nourish the gardens for next year. The trees will grow new leaves. The same trees. In time, and this time is beautiful as well.
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I’m enjoying Martha L Shaw’s series, Thoughts Over Morning Coffee, at In Love With The Lord Poetry and Prose.
books on the shelf
supported by each other
kindness of friends
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Thank you for your generous support for the book!
I also wrote an update for Quiet Christmas Poetry.
After I craft a formal notice, I will simply leave the Christmas site as a free online version of the book.
The sun is rising here, a beautiful December day. Blessings, Ellen