In The Busy-ness Of Life

Today’s beautifully arresting poem comes from the hand of our Celtic soul friend, Tadhg. Drink deeply friends.

Tadhg's avatarTadhg Talks...

20190421 IN THE BUSYNESS OF LIFE POEM PRAYER BLESSING

It’s Eastertide, and for some it’s a long weekend holiday, a time to ‘recharge’ those ‘batteries’, to relax and enjoy the first blooms of Spring, as temperatures rise.

Here’s a poem, a prayer, a blessing just for you – because I care, and welcome you as you faithfully read my blog. And so, the following words are penned  so that you and yours might enjoy this Spring season, this time of new life, hope and renewal

In the busy-ness of life,
may you find the quiet repose of the Source of All,
and be blessed.

May the love of Life itself
fill your soul
with the energy of a thousand flowing streams.

May the love of Mary, the archetypal Mother,
pervade every gentle activity
of yours today.

May the Sun’s smile
reside in your heart, the hearth of your being
to seal you as one of His own.

And, may…

View original post 15 more words

National Poetry Month – April 18, 2019

I’ve always been a sucker for great English poets, or as some might call them, dead white guys. I thought this might be a wonderful offering for NaPoWrMo today.

57154245_2356884287923006_8024024409679331328_n.jpg

National Poetry Month – Wednesday, April 17, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month – Tuesday, April 16, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month – April 15, 2019

Monday, April 15, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #10

April 13, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #9

April 12, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month – April 11, 2019

Today, for National Poetry Month, I offer you the grace of these lines by fellow poet and friend, Lesley-Anne Evans. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Lament of Water

Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek

I would love to live like a river flows…

is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of of animals;
the elders, the dying.

…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. 

I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what

I do not know I need.  Such gifts

I would love to live…

of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD,

Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem

National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #8

April 10, 2019

NaPoMo.jpg

National Poetry Month Daily Haiku #7

April 9, 2019

NaPoMo - 4-7.jpg