a poem a day in the month of may
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!
My mother sang
in a country
lifting up melodies
about the promise
of seeing the glory -
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
When I stand in silence
and watch the clouds
drift across the sky,
or watch the trees
all shades of green,
I see the glory.
When I see a seedling
break out of hard soil
its long journey,
or watch mother bird
tote straw after straw
to build her new home,
And when I choose
to look beyond
your outward form
and see the
Even when I dare
to look within,
beyond all my
layers of coverings,
deep calling deep,
I can see the glory
I’m not going to wait
to see the glory
We arrived home on Sunday after two weeks away, and saw flag and monuments to Memorial Day all through our travels. This poem-prayer came to me with today's word prompt.
Arriving home after a time away,
we watched the sun setting across
open field, deer grazing, colors illuminating,
quiet wind of spring turning to summer.
I thought of the flags waving in our town,
And across our homeland.
Old Glory holding vigil to the
lives lost along the road to freedom
or some less honorable destination.
I say a prayer for the fallen and
those who picked up the pieces from their
never coming home.
I think to myself “we need a new glory.”
Not a replacement but one that moves beyond,
a symbol of circles and cycles,
of all the colors that rise in the great open sky,
of a people who do not settle for simple security
or how big of a portion we receive.
A new glory where our rights are not compromised,
or resigned to a hierarchy steeped in power.
A new glory where Earth and its particles have rights,
Where all our kindred have maps to the open door,
where each precious moment is valued.
Where every living thing, and the non-living, too
Are held in undeniable and unconditional love.
Day 30: Glory
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
In the morning, you
glory — unfurling into
full bloom at sun’s light.
A common flower,
persistent in your travels,
climbing, sometimes binding,
easy to overlook
the glory of your
to the light.
You prefer a balanced soil,
not too much light —
12 hours will do nicely —
lest your bloom curl inward,
shriveling from toomuchsun.
Your cousin opens
to the moon,
unfurling in the dusk,
basking through the night
by morning dew.
I am opening
to an inner light,
a radiance, a spark
born before i came to be
and now unfurling
What a beautiful photo to greet the morning! What a wonderful face. I love that dogs are so expressive with their faces and bodies and don't bother with artificial gazes or trying to suppress true emotions. Love indeed!
Through highs and the lows,
Even the close, with a kind heart
Glory will always follow.
There’s glory in the eyes of the older,
The inevitable dignity of a lifetime of stories,
Fantasies shared like a patchwork quilt,
A little here,
A little there,
Coming together to inspire a wistful wonder
In those who can only dream.
Glory doesn’t come from monopoly,
The exclusion of one generation from
The legends of another,
Experiences of the sort that only live on in Hollywood,
But from the generosity
When sharing these precious lifetimes
With those who will never have them.
Glory is in the skin
Of a body that fought in world wars,
Clothed princesses and kings,
Made the whole world his stage,
And even now, soft and wrinkled though it is,
Makes the people laugh
Because he can’t stop his magic punchlines
About poop and crawling, mostly.
Glory is in the eyes
That have met a million more and show it,
That have seen impossible change come and go,
That have given him a snappy edge and biting wit,
That only know love and service
When they gaze upon his loved ones
Because his eyes have never failed him
In his constant search for his truth.
Glory is in living,
Living with a whole heart,
Living as your best, however your best may remain or evolve,
Living 97 years as
A remarkable, jovial, charismatic, entertaining,
Good looking, well dressed, absurd, fierce
I’m still learning about glory,
But I know glory lives in my Poppa,
Because how else
Could you touch so many hearts at 97 and
Still look so damn good doing it?
Thanks for that lesson,
You glorious guy
Come forth, claim glory,
Jesus encourages James.
Fifth gets a toaster.
(a bad haiku from a more badder joke.) (sorry.)
Alright, now you're just messing with us. Can I be one of Jupiter's moons? Pretty please?
We live in a time when lauds and praises are dispensed as though they were sold at a big box store.
We create heroes and wizards and champions galore,
desperate to prop ourselves up with the hope that someone will always be there to save us.
If we create enough supermen will we overcome the despairs and ignominies of our lives?
We must find our own way to the noble and good values of our jaded civilization.
We must seek truth and justice endlessly, and only then will we find glory.
We are taught,
Not to brag.
We try to dim,
Throw a party!
YOLO as the kids say!
Bask in the glory,
Of what you have done.
my mind keeps going
first with lyrics
"my eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord"
"gloria in excelsis Deo"
but I even quietly
sang as I got caught
in a downpour
(no one heard my
Christmas cheer in May)
I think of the talent
songs that demonstrate
even without the word
sacred and secular music
that hits exactly
we need it to
drawing us inward
reminding us who
who's we are
to the past
not just remembered
it can be
or the blues
engaging our sorrow
recalling first loves
or high school dances
songs that transcend labels
yet captivate moments
I can list plenty of songs
that fit the description of
and I imagine you
do as well.
may those songs
as well as new ones
continue to narrate
or should I say
bringing you to glory
I'm really moved by your poem, Kaitlin. Yanks a little on my heartstrings because the dogs in my life are also some of the most glorious beings I know. Thanks for this little slice of beautiful glory in your world.
Love this poem. Our pets teach the true meaning of unconditional love.
This one tugs at my heartstrings
It’s a love like no other...our sweet Chaim has a teal bowl too. It’s our special meeting place everyday at 6:30✨