Poems – Page 62 – Generous Wisdom

for the catching hold.

She skips
fluttering through
the freshly mown grass

her arms floating
through the purple-
blue night air;

the fireflies sparkle
above and beside her
so she sings to them

in her own voice
soft and high,
the angels’ gloria,

praise
and joy
in an effortless beatific vision.

She catches not one
and not one lands
upon her,

but upon us fall
innocence and beginning
sparkling, floating,

fluttering and manifesting
love for the grasping,
for the catching hold.

holding childhood

The Mason jar
sits clear and old
on the front step beyond the door,
its collar lost;

the punctured lid rests
on the rough cement
having let all the fireflies
free nights before;

it sits empty
but for the curves of dried grass;
clear and old it sits,
the wonderment of childhood it holds.

Living Beautifully

“Joy is very infectious. We will never know just how much good a simple smile can do. Be faithful in little things. Smile at one another. We must live beautifully.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

It is difficult to find
smiles in the chaos
and wildness
of whirling family life

and yet, here they come
popping out of nothing,
sparks in the fullness
of time.