Your Tired, Your Poor

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... 

Thinking about the folks at our borders today.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor...

In high school (about 65 years ago) I once played the part of the Statue of Liberty.  The memory brings to mind two things:  

1. Reciting those beautiful words inscribed on Liberty’s base:

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Emma Lazarus

2. I remember how extremely tired my arm became, holding up that torch. Today Liberty’s spirit must be weary and weeping. She seems to have lost the ability to hold out her beacon of hope any longer. I fear she has dropped her lamp.  This land, our land, weeps with her.  

Black Eyed Susan

Photo by Scott Runcorn
Glass Art by Theodore Ellison Designs

~Transformation Of Black Eyed Susan~

The black eyed susans are long gone

the master planter gone as well

both gone to seed

What can you do for me? the master asked

Return each year, a live reminder -

and I’ll inspire, Susan sang

I can inspire the heart of one who loved you

to frame an echo of the black eyed

beauties you once grew

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Touched by his muse the artist grew 

black eyed susans (so lately in John’s garden)

 embedded now in glass tile on a daughter’s fireplace

An icon of the beauty of one beloved

in memory of a life well lived

A Gift Of Grace

JoMae

6/11/18
Something beautiful happened to me on John’s birthday.  An elegant icon was created in memory of him.  Enjoy!

Unwrapping

Boxes by Judy

~Unwrapping~

Loss forces one to

find gifts for the future

hidden deep within the past

to find the present yet unwrapped

New Joy

JoMae
6/4/18

Unwrapping - inspired by The Uses of Sorrow, a poem by Mary Oliver which was mentioned by Steven Petrow in a NYT’s article on gratitude last month.  I love how words travel mouth to mouth, heart to heart - nurturing the world!  -js

Abundant Grace

~Abundant Grace~

In the middle of this deep dark loss,

a Light. Gently unfolding, its soft

beam of hope seeps in

its beacon tugging at confusion

shedding a glow on the path

drawing the heart close

revealing answers even as
more questions form

'til fully unfurled

it lights the way brightly

lifts away darkness

and brings new

Joy

JoMae

6/4/18

Small Blessings

Early May Garden

~~ Small Blessings ~~

When life is stopped because of loss or illness or

some huge shift in normal that upsets your apple cart

after the shock, assessment of all that is now missing

reveals small blessings growing in their place

Like a barren garden in the Spring

new life, new energy cannot be stopped

new  ideas creep in, new opportunities pop up

unbidden - some like weeds to be discarded 

- some to flower and be nurtured into more 

Abundant Blessings

rooted in the very loss that breaks your heart

JoMae

5/18/18

Maternal Images of Godde video

A beautiful video for Mother's Day by Christine Sine at GODSPACE

Click Below for the Video:

http://godspacelight.com/2015/05/07/maternal-images-of-god-a-video-and-a-prayer/

Motherly Parent

Imperfect Praise

On Mother’s Day, let us celebrate and give

thanks for our Motherly Heavenly Parent

as we honor our Moms, created, with

our Dads, in Godde’s Divine image

Our Mothers, who in imperfection bore us

nurtured, led and sometimes punished 

reflecting the Presence of their own

Maker, Creator of all in perfection 

So today I give thanks for my Mom whose

life unwrapped for me the unconditional 

love of my Beloved Heavenly Parent 

My Eternal FatherMother Godde

MotherFather, ONE. Not two as mortal parents

are designed to be. Not separate. Not bound

by bones and sinew. Our Godde is Spirit

free to be everywhere, all in all at once

I wonder. In speaking of Godde as only a Father

have we transferred our human understanding

of one parent to our concept of the Holy ONE?

Has man created Godde in the image of man? 

Since birth I learned to see Godde’s love by knowing

the love of my dear Dad. Our language for Godde

was Our Heavenly Father. Mom reflected Godde

too, although unsung. We were not taught to see

Our Mother in the Face of Godde

JoMae

5/11/18 

New Joy

Transformed by Joy

New Joy After Loss Is Not

replacing, rather, building

on that which came before;

not forgetting, but enfolding

all that was into being more

My New Joy Is

being embraced by 

a gift of time and space 

to write and contemplate

along with an eager sense 

of purpose and desire for

work I was born to and

with heartfelt thanks

do love and adore

Free To Be

Accepting a new joy

allows the grieving

to be ever more

fully their new
transformed

Self

JoMae

4/1/18

Window Magic

~Window Magic~

I love to sit in a dark room

at the ending of the day

in the silence, right up 

next to the welcome

invitation of a clear

uncovered pane.

The dark is not 

so dark when

viewed from

the window 

with every

light out

but the

Moon

JoMae

3/22/18

March Moon

March Moon at Bedtime

I sit in the 

dark kitchen

by the window

seeing the moon 

caught in the maple

like a kite or a ghost

resting upon a branch
 lighting the dark world
illuminating the brilliant
cold snow buried lawn.

I ponder on one 

precious light

snuffed dark

and wonder

if his spirit

rests at 

night.

JoMae

3/22/18