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Here is a beautiful poem for you. If This Time by Kevin McCormick. May you have a beautiful week-end/Easter/Passover/Spring opening.

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Updated: Apr 3

If ever there were a set of holy books, for me it would be my poetry collection. I have several books that I can blindly open up and read a passage that will have meaning. Poems I have by heart serve as prayers for me. The act of writing, even bad poems, opens me to an appreciation of the world.

In her book, SAVED BY A POEM, author Kim Rosen says; “Poetry is the commitment of the soul…. We know intuitively that the soul has to do with genuineness and depth…. From below the surface of your life the truth of who you are calls to you through the poems you love. What happens when you merge the power of the word with the language of the soul? The simple and powerful act of creating a deep relationship with a poem you love can change your life.”

So, I invite you to consider some sort of commitment in the coming month to feeding your soul with poetry. Perhaps you’ll just open a book you already own – randomly each morning – read one poem. Let it seep into you throughout the day. Use it as a tarot card! Or perhaps, you’ll copy out some favorite poems as my friends Janice and Laura do and hand them out to people each day during April. Spread the love! Or, maybe you’ll go on to the next step of writing a tiny poem each day. Maybe a 15-syllable haiku, or even a one-line poem. I am going to try to write a small poem each morning during April and work my way through the alphabet. The first word of the first poem will have to start with A. The first word of the poem on April second, will have to start with B etc. I am doing this both for the challenge of it and for the joy, for the expansion of myself and for the affirmation.

Do spend some time in your own holy books of poetry this month!

Here is a poem about poetry and its power.


~by Jason Shinder

A poem written three thousand years ago

about a man who walks among horses

grazing on a hill under the small stars

comes to life on a page in a book

and the woman reading the poem

in her kitchen filled with a gold metallic light

finds the experience of living in that moment

so vividly described as to make her feel known

to another, until the woman and the poet share

not only their souls but the exact silence

between each word. And every time the poem is read,

no matter her situation or her age,

this is more or less what happens.

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Updated: Mar 30

As we round this one-year mark of our world dealing with the pandemic, I am (like many) looking at the gifts it brought. A year ago, we could have had no idea what was in front of us. The horror and the unintended consequences. Of course, the pandemic affected people in vastly different ways. I am among those who blessedly did not have to face the death of a loved one, the terrible illness, the loss of a job, or home. I did not have to home school my children or work in a dangerous environment. I am among the very lucky ones. And I am grateful for that, of course. Ironically the “lock down” issued in a new sort of freedom for me. I want to remember what it is like not to feel rushed, not to have “too many” commitments. I want to remember how all of us learned to “make do” with what we had on hand. How few things we actually NEED. But most of all, I want to hang onto the spaciousness that was created in my life.


Time like we’ve had

this last year,

an imposed Sabbath.

Gather it up,

all the time you’ve savored.

Say a blessing over it.

Put some of it in

the stew you are making.

Press some of it between

the pages of your favorite book.

Let some of it just drift

like a cloud forever changing forms.

Paint a picture of

the sacred time you were given

this year. Put it

in a nice frame.

Pour some into your glass

of Cabernet and let it roll

around on your tongue.

Stitch some into

the hem of your skirt

so you can keep twirling with it.

Dig some into your garden

so it will grow. Put a small bottle of it

on your altar.

Remember to worship it.

Make it into a prayer

you recite every day

for the rest of your life.

Penny Hackett-Evans

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