Poetry

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Poetry for mental health

I remember the silence I remember the sounds Little dog ears Even there you are found

I Remember

  I Remember I remember From this day The little gifts Left along the way I remember the silence I remember the sounds Little dog ears Even there you are found I add them all up When my mind starts to wander To places of fear Despondency bondage I’m growing […]

17th Century Nun’s Prayer Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and someday will be old.

17th Century Nun’s Prayer

A 17th Century Nun Prayed ‘Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and someday will be old.’ Recently, I went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, a small village here in New Zealand.  In 1892, Suzanne Aubert (better known as Mother Mary Joseph) established the congregation […]

Three Gratitude’s

  Three Gratitude’s Every night before I go to sleep I say out loud Three things that I’m grateful for, All the significant, insignificant Extraordinary, ordinary stuff of my life. It’s a small practice and humble, And yet, I find I sleep better Holding what lightens and softens my life […]

There is an Ocean

There is an Ocean We, so small and plain and self-contained, we live lives full of petty concerns, and selfish gain. We, all wound up and tight and self-absorbed, we draw up the drawbridge, and pull shut the door. With our concern for self we become confined, we narrow our […]

Between Here and There – I Am Waiting

  Between Here and There I am waiting -for what? To be there, not here, To be somewhere else; To have that, not this, For ‘this’ to be over; For then, not now, To have tomorrow, today. I am waiting for The pain to be gone and My future certain; […]

Dear God,why do I keep fighting you off-

Dear God, why do I keep fighting you off?

Dear God, why do I keep fighting you off? One part of me wants you desperately, another part of me unknowingly pushes you back and runs away. What is there in me that so contradicts my desire for you? These transition days, these passageways, are calling me to let go […]