“I give you this to take with you: Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can begin again with pure joy in the uprooting.” Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters Just a thought as we begin to put closure on 2017. A joyful Christmas to those who are celebrating. - Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day, Coffee, Tea and Poetry, The BeZine)
My daily prayer practice of late has been to read my sacred scripture, read the news, and to picturefy it. Find an appropriate picture to go with prayer concerns raised and find an appropriate piece of scripture. I hope you enjoy today's offering and join me in prayer for the world. It is also an opportunity to raise up your voice and join the group 100 Thousand Poets for Change by creating your own creative offering and posting a link here. This online effort is led by Beguine Again and The Bardo Group. Let's come together and be a fission for change!
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. You probably are thinking the heat has gotten to my brain, or maybe it’s the pain pills for my back pain. But, on one of the recent warm summer days I picked up a book of poetry and it opened up to one