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Archive for the category “Favorite Poems”

She survives by J. Raymond

She Survives

I love the way she survives.
Survival looked good on her.

There were no dark marks under her eyes.
Just deep inside,
but I liked the way she looked through them
and laughed at life.
She did it gracefully.
She walked over glass and through fire,
but still smiled.

I’m not interested in people
Who haven’t lived and died a few times,
or known what it feels like to lose everything.

I trust the people who have
because they stand for something.
I knew what she’d been through.
I wanted to thank her for surviving
and wanted her to know
she now had someone willing to stand with her.

J. Raymond


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The thing is by Ellen Bass

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to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.

The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee by N. Scott Momaday

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte
You see, I am alive, I am alive

Collage by CFP

The Art of Journeying / Journey of Life

Set a destination, but let the path unfold.

Let your feet follow your heart.

Regard detours and delays as opportunities
to experience something new.

Turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.

Find balance not by standing still,
but by moving with integrity and regard
for yourself and others.

Know that you can always get to
the next step
from wherever you are.

Don’t be afraid to make an occasional
leap of faith — and if you have short legs,
borrow some wings!

Know that in the sky of your heart,
all destinations are reachable.

While you’re busy getting wherever
you’re going, turn around every so often
to give whoever’s behind you a hand.

Expect nothing, be ready for anything,
and everything will be possible!

— Terah Cox ©2001

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Photo by Small Circle Big Circle

The Feather Journey by Terah Cox


Like a feather that goes lightly
into the unknown
trusting the winds of time
to carry it home
May you too have moments
in your glorious flight
when you abandon control
over day and night
And as you float on the currents
of love and grace
letting fears give way
to a buoyant faith
Trust that you will happen
on a course that is true
and land in the place
that is waiting for you.

— Terah Cox ©2002

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

by Mary Oliver

With That Moon Language

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”

Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye

that is always saying,

with that sweet moon language,

what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?

by Hafiz


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Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don’t want it.

What appears bad manners, and ill temper or cynicism

is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.

You do not know what wars are going on

down there where the spirit meets the bone.

 by Miller Williams


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Love this face

This is one of the most moving poems I have come across.

It is by Megan, author of the blog

Love this Face

It’s taken a lifetime to love this face,
To stand before a mirror & see more than flaws,
Someone I hated staring back.
That big, crooked nose,
Downward turning eyes,
Not quite blue, green, gray perhaps.
Skin once pale,
Now fair,

Pain of the past diminishes with the warmth of long love.
Boys, children, now grown & gone,
Have lost the temptation to show disdain for that awkward girl-child,
Now a woman,
All curves & structure,
Maturity incarnate.

Bad-hair days a thing of the past,
I now embrace the off-blonde locks of my ancestors,
No longer crying out of shame for lack of perfection,
Something no one has or ever will.
Forgetting those awkward stages,
Moving on to love & life & now.

We are all humans,
Hair & smells & chromosomes,
Poor posture slumping about the earth,
Making the trivial important.
Beauty is a social construct,
Built by the limited, limitless minds of men,

And Women.

This face is mine and it is beautiful because I say so.


Collage by CFP

Collage by CFP

Trust your heaviness …

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Photo by Small Circle Big Circle

How surely gravity’s law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the smallest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing—
each stone, blossom, child—
is held in place.
only we, in our arrogance,
push out beyond what we each belong to
for some empty freedom.

If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So, like children, we begin again
to learn from the things,
because they are in God’s heart;
they have never left him.

This is what the things can teach us;
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.

– Rainer Maria Rilke

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