Worship

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We built temples to house

our attraction to gods.

Worship we did not

the fish-filled seas, the green carpet laid bare,

the heat that warmed the tundra of our being.

 

Instead, we built towers to glorify

green, weigh gold.

Worship we did not,

the tears that watered our valleys,

nor the love that bloomed like a lily in spring,

the places where worship 

should first begin.

 

This work is copyrighted, 2017. Lisa Froman

 

 

Ode to A New Year

Let us raise our glasses to days of ordinary.
Let us toast, I say, to resilience,
To truth that rushes out in four letter words,
And to new years fierce with longing
And daily rapture.
Let us call it all in–
Let us trumpet in tomorrow,
The sounds of dogs in discourse,
The cloudless skies, dry of rain,
And the sweet, sweet hum of ordinary days.
Let us begin.
Again.

 

(Check out my book, Tao Flashes, A Woman’s Way to Navigating the Midlife Journey with Integrity, Harmony and Grace, available on Amazon.)

Abyss Watchers

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Grey sky peers between brush,

Fertilizing nothingness.

A bell rings somewhere,

Thunder agrees.

 

Day turns to night,

To nothingness and chasms.

Yards are watered, keeping nature’s schedule.

And hope, it floats to the surface

From its watery abyss and we sparkle,

Spiraling, a cyclone of activity spitting up dust,

Clearing the path for what’s next.

 

This work is copyrighted and may not be duplicated or reprinted without permission from the author. If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes, available on Amazon. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.

Resistance

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Thunder grumbles in the distance,
the air, thick with heat
carries discord west.

Nearby, a stir, gladness harmonizes into song.
Sound rises up to greet an angry sky.

Discord. Then harmony,
a troupe of birds sing it,
in a chorus of flurry,
they shriek it.

Where do I put my attention?
On the tides of thunder that shake and rattle
the steadiness that is no more?

Or, nearby, I ask.

Hurry, hurry, the thunder roars,
storm warnings no longer ignored,
black and blue sky battle
while we pray for quiet.

Above, the sky splatters, a rorschach
of uncertainty.
Humanity polls and punts
flocks flee, shrieking and scattering
into cavernous space.

Nearby, a stir, a Willow tree shakes and shivers,
emptied of song, et al.
Save for one bird, undisturbed.

There. There is where I will put my resistance.
There.

This work is copyrighted and may not be duplicated or reprinted without permission from the author.

If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book Tao Flashes, available on Amazon. Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes.

 

In the Shadows, She Hid

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In the shadows, she hid from me. 

For weeks we had been playing hide-n-go seek, and I was losing. She had found a place so obscure, so hidden, I wondered if she had joined the witness protection program and changed her name to Althea. Sometimes I even imagined her on bent knees, hiding from me in a potato patch on a farm in the northwest, maybe Idaho.

Wherever she was, I certainly couldn’t see her in rainbowless skies. Nor could I hear her above the roar of gunfire or over the dissenting voices of political wackadoos.

Sadder even, I couldn’t find her at work in my every day, and figured she too had grown tired of the commute.

I wondered what had become of her, wondered if she was fluffing pillows, rearranging magazines in someone’s else’s casa.

Then yesterday I saw her from the corner of my eye, slip back into the room.  I watched her draw her hand across a beloved’s face and laugh as she picked lint from his collar; I spotted her later standing in my mom’s kitchen stirring a pot of sugared figs.

My heart stirred, my eyes welled with tears.

Hope had made her way out of the shadows and was finally back. 

(If you’re looking for more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace, check out my book, Tao Flashes, at Amazon.)

A Thank Your Prayer

Photo: Steve Burmester

Photo: Steve Burmester

“If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.” ~ Meister Eckhart

It is a grey morn and I awaken to unexpected winds pushing their bulk against my door. My wind chimes clamor for attention and in the noisy quiet of this day, I say, ‘Thank you.’

Thank you for the mystery of this day, the mystery that awakens wonder in me. In the grey, I see all possibilities and enchantment in the ordinary.

Thank you for the grey sky that veils what is to come, the sweetness of what is next. 

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(If you’re interested in more thoughts on integrity, compassion and grace–if you’re looking for exploratory questions to unearth pieces of your soul, check out my book, Tao Flashes.Or visit me at http://www.facebook.com/taoflashes or on twitter @taoflashes. )