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JOY … in Edward Guest’s “A New Year’s Plea”

JOY … in Edward Guest’s “A New Year’s Plea”

Joy, poem, Poetry
"Past and Present I know well; each is a friend and sometimes an enemy to me. But it is the quiet, beckoning Future, an absolute stranger, with whom I have fallen madly in love.” Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons A NEW YEAR’S PLEA Lord, let me stand in the thick of the fight, Let me bear what I must without whining; Grant me the wisdom to do what is right, Though a thousand false beacons are shining. Let me be true as the steel of a blade, Make me bigger than skillful or clever; Teach me to cling to my best, unafraid, And harken to false gospels, never. Let me be brave when the burden is great, Faithful when wounded by sorrow; Teach me, when troubled, with patience to wait The better and brighter to-morrow. Spare me from hatred and envy and shame
JOY  . . . in celebrating Rainer Maria Rilke’s birth

JOY . . . in celebrating Rainer Maria Rilke’s birth

Joy, poem
How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound. Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin’s bow, which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings. Upon what instrument are we two spanned? And what musician holds us in his hand? Oh sweetest song. - Rainer Maria Rilke Yesterday was THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH OF RAINER MARIA RILKE, poet and novelist. “He is ‘widely recognized as one of the most lyrically intense German-language poets’. He wrote both verse and highly lyrical prose. Several critics have described Rilke’s work as in
JOY  . . .  in letting of fear

JOY . . . in letting of fear

Fear, Joy, poem, Poetry
So many of us are in fear right now - personal, political, cultural -  and it's totally understandable.  It's also a good thing to let it go and today the Native American poet and jazz muscian, Joy Harjo, generously shares her Fear Poem, or I Give You Back. / J.D. Because of the fear monster infecting this country, I have been asked for this poem, this song. Feel free to use it, record it, and share. Please give credit. This poem came when I absolutely needed it. I was young and nearly destroyed by fear. I almost didn't make it to twenty-three. This poem was given to me to share." Joy Harjo Fear Poem, or I Give You Back I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hated twin, but now, I don't know you as myself. I release you with all th