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glory, day 30

a poem a day in the month of may

Kaitlin Curtice
May 30, 2023
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It is no simple thing to be a dog owner.
Even as I write, he licks the side of my arm
and I succumb to my impatience.
Then I stop, pause. I look into his eyes
and acknowledge that I do not fathom
even for an instant how deep his love is.
There is a glory in a dog’s eyes, in their heart,
a state of longing and loyalty that is pure.
I look at him, looking at me, my Jupiter,
and after a moment, I look up at the clock
to see that it is dinnertime, and his persistence
comes from the same place his loyalty comes from—
because I am his person, the one he loves,
the one who grabs the teal bowl and fills it with food
at just the right time every single day,
glory, love and loyalty made flesh for both of us.

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bob paterson-watt
May 30

walking with Charlotte is food for my soul

"hurry up Oompah, you're going too slow!"

our journey to school is adventure each day

the birds and the bees, all the creatures at play

.

wisteria blooms captivate as we go

diaphanous texture, we pause, take it slow

lilac so fragrant; trees' dance in the breeze

The beauty, dynamic, transfixing, at ease

.

then back on the trail to the school and her crowd

cacophonous frolic, fun frenzy so LOUD!

She pauses, hugs firmly, affectionate kiss

My soul overflows; oh, the glory of this!

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Trish Townsend
May 30

Glory

My mother sang

in a country

church quartet,

lifting up melodies

and harmonizing

about the promise

of seeing the glory -

someday.

When that someday comes,

I don’t know

what it will look like.

But as for me,

I’m choosing to

open my eyes

and see the glory

right here

right now.

When I stand in silence

and watch the clouds

drift across the sky,

or watch the trees

adorn themselves

in spring

with leaves

all shades of green,

I see the glory.

When I see a seedling

break out of hard soil

to begin

its long journey,

or watch mother bird

tote straw after straw

to build her new home,

I see the glory.

And when I choose

to look beyond

your outward form

and see the

beautiful essence

inside you,

I see the glory.

Even when I dare

to look within,

beyond all my

layers of coverings,

deep calling deep,

I can see the glory

even there.

I’m not going to wait

until someday.

Harmonizing with

all creation,

I choose

to see the glory

now.

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