Today I am reading IN HIS PRESENCE: A Collection Of Psalms, Hymns, Christmas Carols and Spiritual Songs, By Carol Purington. A wonderful and beautiful book.
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On a drift of air
that circles the globe
from heart to heart,
continent to continent –
words of a carol
Tanka by Carol Purington (1949 – 2020). All Rights Reserved.
From Christmas Tanka by Carol Purington, a post from December 23, 2017. Carol and I corresponded for years, and she enjoyed being a part of our blogs.
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reading poems
from years ago
perennials bloom
Published in Visiting The Wind: The Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology 2021. Erin Castaldi, Editor.
Ellen Grace Olinger
lingonberries
at the local store…
Christmas at Nanna’s
cross-stitch from the
grandmother I didn’t meet:
“Put the coffee on”
Parnassus Literary Journal (2004)
Ellen Olinger – Three Questions – this is from a haiku series edited by Curtis Dunlap.
My “cross-stitch haiku” was also posted on March 29, 2015, as part of the Daily Haiku series at Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog.
Deep calleth unto deep *
filling my heart with hope
greater than my mind
* The first line of my poem is from Psalm 42: 7 (KJV).
birds perch
in sheltering branches
a grain of mustard seed
(Matthew 13: 31 – 32)
sudden cold –
Christmas cactus
already blooming
“birds perch” was published by Time Of Singing, December 1995.
“sudden cold” was published by Time Of Singing, December 1997.
Karl and I reprinted this poem in Quiet Christmas Poetry.
looking at envelopes
I think, my father
would save these
and collect the
stamps
perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother
the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital
window
I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too
most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still
From the Psalms:
Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.
Psalm 131: 1 – 2
Poems From Psalms And Nature 