‘Tis good to be hungry,
‘Tis good to be cold,
‘Tis good to be poor,
‘Tis good to be old.
For hunger brings thanks,
And cold brings snuggles,
And poverty brings wisdom,
And with age, it all doubles.
This was written at the start of Lent last year. It happened to be a day of fasting and cold temperatures. Pondering the hunger and coldness, and embracing those elements instead of grumbling about them, brought insight.
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What does silence know?
That bite of tongue can be so wise,
the loudness of heartbeats and sighs,
the blossom of creative tries;
this, does silence know.
That loneliness can be profound,
there’s peace away from things that pound,
God-whispers are a soothing sound;
this, does silence know.
I came across a poetry challenge posted on Today’s Little Ditty, founded by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. She interviewed Joyce Sidman, who challenged readers to write a “deeper wisdom” poem. I’ve had an empty house with no one around the past few days, so silence asked me to write about her!
Woman in boat image from Pexels-Art House Studio
Good Friday Wounds
Wounds on his back
Wounds on his head
Wounds on his feet
For us, our Lord bled
Wounds on his hands
Wound in his side
He endured pain
And for us, he died
His grave wounds were
our sins he bore,
And his great love
Opened heaven’s door!
For those of us who live in the southern section of the United States, a “true” winter, with frozen trees and snow on the ground for extended periods (like in the photo above), is quite foreign. And even though my South Texas bones might shiver at the thought of living through months of this kind of frigid weather, I must admit, there is something beautiful and magical about this strange season.
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