Category: Grief

how many mornings

how many mornings
have I read and looked
at birch trees in sun
and blue sky?

and yet today
is the most beautiful

Blessed are they that mourn:
for they shall be comforted.

Matthew 5: 4 (KJV)

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Sunday morning

Over the years, my book collection has grown, and I have given many books and journals away. Now I am grateful to browse at home, and read what I was not able to read before, for one reason or another.

Poetry journals, memoirs, novels, letters – books and journals at different times. Rereading is also a blessing, and can be a comfort when I don’t feel able to read something new; and yet I always learn more. If I know the story, for example, I look to learn a little more about how the author achieved the work. If I can easily reread a poem aloud and the poem is still new, the poet has achieved something beautiful.

Sometimes I know an author’s work so well, that a short selection recalls the whole work so far. I have read many books by Luci Shaw. As I write, I am looking at Sea Glass: New & Selected Poems by Luci Shaw (2016, WordFarm).

Over time, this creates comfort and a new history for me. I reread a poem, for example, and remember how the poem helped during a difficult time. And now time has passed, and rereading deepens my faith and hope.

So what I read and write now, is for today, and also for the future. And I remember as well, and am grateful to be writing this post today.

“heart with hope”

Deep calleth unto deep *
filling my heart with hope
greater than my mind

* The first line of this poem is from Psalm 42: 7 (KJV).

cold – yet from this ground
daffodils will grow
again

I posted these poems at Grief And Acceptance yesterday.

healthy food
for Christmas
at our kitchen table
and red carnations
by the window

holiday drives
and gift books
to libraries
collages of colors
and hope

Quiet Christmas Poetry – I have thought of many ideas for a new book, which I postponed to 2021. I still enjoy sharing this large print chapbook, and may repeat the idea for future books, Lord willing.

In their own way, and from their own traditions and art, it seems people are being especially creative and hopeful, as we have a different holiday season this year. I am beginning to get a sense of the community art as a collage or mixed-media painting. Whether a grand display, a few lights, or a porch light – all works together. I also like seeing gardens fade to winter, with hope for spring.

Art on blogs adds so much as well.

Take good care. One day at a time.

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Christmas Story

Yesterday, I reread the Christmas story from the Bible.

I also read from WinterSong: Christmas Readings by Madeleine L’Engle and Luci Shaw. This year I wrote a new post about WinterSong: Classic Book.

Two of my poems:

holiness
and humility
Christmas

Quiet Christmas Poetry

different voices
create new songs
harmony

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Some Poems Are Gifts

far from perfect
and in need of grace
we found our way
to unconditional love

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

another year
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too

all that has happened
since the last time they bloomed
lilacs

different shapes
of the rose bush
and lilacs in the yard
they grew towards
the light

knowing
they cannot stay
but will return
lilacs

old paintings
words from my parents
still encourage me

Thy statutes have been my songs
in the house of my pilgrimage.

Psalm 119: 54 (KJV)

“love for you” was written for my father years ago, and published in Bell’s Letters.

“far from perfect” was published first at Poems From Psalms And Nature.

Ellen Grace Olinger

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