This post is dedicated to my cousin, Jeanne, who is like a sister to me. This past year, she had taken care of her husband who lost his battle with cancer last week. It has been a long painful journey and though I tried to provide comfort, I knew there was little I could do to truly help her, so I did the only thing left to do – I listened. My mother would always tell me how kind and considerate Jeanne was. She appreciated Jeanne’s cards and visits. My mother made me promise to watch over her. I would have done so anyway. Jeanne has the most compassionate heart. She is one of those people who are earthly angels. Jeanne encourages me with my writing, lifts me up when I am feeling almost hopeless, and tells me stories to make me laugh. She is the best friend-cousin-sister anyone could ever have! The best offering, I can give her now are my words and my pictures. I hope this small offering brings her peace and makes her know that she is greatly loved.
Spring Prayer Sunday morning, Walking up the steep, Winding path Through the cathedral Of flowers, I breathe in Their fragrance, Take in their vivid color And let out a slow Deep breath. I am present To God’s glorious Abundance, Here in the garden Spring has arisen All is right with the world: Squirrels feast on seeds Rabbits rustles In the undergrowth, Birds on the branches sing, My soul takes flight.
The following poems are in a form I hadn’t known about until last week. Fellow blogger, Ramona, had written a recent post containing a lovely golden shovel poem, which spurred me to try this form. It is a very comforting form because the writer takes a short quote that is meaningful to her and then use it as the base of her poem. It is a seed from which the poem grows. It also takes brain power to puzzle out how to combine one’s ideas with that of the original writer’s words. The last word in each line of the poem reveals the original quote from top to bottom. I think this is a form that I will continue to play with and have my students play with.
Three Golden Shovel Poems
The Earth Laughs in Flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Daffodils, hyacinths, and the Tulips brightly bloom upon the Earth All the green garden laughs Exuberantly, right out loud in A brilliance of flowers. Where Flower Bloom so Does Hope. – Lady Bird Johnson April turns to May where raindrops become flowers pink, yellow, orange, purple bloom up through the green so quietly, so spontaneously does this garden restore my hope. With the Coming of Spring, I am Calm Again. - Gustav Mahler Dark clouds fill the sky with An abundance of rain, the Drops fall to the ground, coming Faster and faster, all of A sudden it’s spring - Green and glimmering, I Turn my face to the rain, I am Suddenly peaceful and calm Spring is within me again.
8 thoughts on “Spring Offering”
I believe that beauty in nature and words can give solace. Your photos and poems offer it.
Oh my… these are so good. I’m sending them to my daughter if you don’t mind. Hopefully, she can write some ‘golden shovel’ poems with her girls. Thank you so much. XO
I am sure your words and photos fill your cousin’s heart, because they filled my heart. Spring is a wonder to behold!
So much to love in your poetry and pictures.
“Green and glimmering, I
Turn my face to the rain, I am
Suddenly peaceful and calm
Spring is within me again.”
and these lines:
“…so spontaneously does
this garden restore my hope.”
and this phrase:
“a brilliance of flowers.”
and these lines:
“I am present
To God’s glorious
Can you tell how much I loved every single poem?
Thank you for writing so prolifically about this beautiful time of year.
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Thank you, Ramona! Those lines were made possible by YOU! If you hadn’t written your golden shovel poem – I wouldn’t have written mine! You always inspire me. Thank you so very much!
I’m so sorry for your loss. I love these golden shovel poems so much–you and Ramona are so inspiring! These poems are absolutely gorgeous and rich with spring.
I’m sorry for your loss…and it is lovely the way you are there to listen. Your poems offer solace. As, Terje, says, there is often solace to be found in nature and I admire the way you capture it with words stacked just right.
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I’m so sorry for your loss.
Jeanne sounds so wonderful.
What a comfort and blessing you must be for each other.