Tag: Wisconsin

books and music

books and music
from over the years
live on these shelves

even if I don’t
reread or listen again

somehow their
healing influence
is in these words

older now
and when I shop
and when those who
help me are so kind
I am truly blessed

Poems from my archives

Through Pandora, I have been introduced to new music. Some of the artists are Helen Jane Long, Brian Crain, and Karen Marie Garrett. I bought a few CDs from Amazon. I like seeing the designs of the CDs, reading the notes, and being able to listen to a whole work by one artist.

And I am so grateful for kindness – here with our blogs, in our town, and other places. Thank you!

Ellen Grace Olinger

God’s Grace

Today is my mother’s birthday. She was called Home 15 years ago. Hard to comprehend the time. One nice feature of blogging is that it creates a record, a journal. I wrote this poem soon after my mother’s passing. Love endures, and continues to grow.

GOD’S GRACE

You went on
After more losses
Than I can name

With you as
Mother and model
I must do the same

You suffered and
I do not ask you
To bear more pain

You are eternally well
Still saying “I love you”
Again and again

Published in Bell’s Letters Poet 109 and The Discerning Poet (Autumn 2004).

Ellen Grace Olinger

The crocuses are courtesy of wpclipart.

Thank you

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This site reflects the work of so many people. I enjoy creating the posts and visiting other sites as well.

Ellen Grace Olinger

snow on the fields

gentle growing snowfall
evergreens heavy-laden
and bearing the weight
with such ease

all the fields
that will soon be
corn and soybeans
wheat and wildflowers

prepared for planting

I found this poem again
in my February 2012 archives for this site,
Poems From Psalms And Nature.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Photo by Karl

The Snow Falls

the snow falls
and the sun rises

I see the sun reflected
in a neighbor’s window

the snow falls
on everything

evergreen branches
picnic tables, rocks, grass

planters left untouched
for just this reason

the snow falls
on everything

also the graves
the fields that were
parched

this gentle healing
snowfall

Published first at Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
December 2012

“primrose in snow”
courtesy of wpclipart

Ellen Grace Olinger