…dedicated
to
Pat Brow Priebe
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©Jane H. Johann, Lake Michigan,
Kenosha, WI. September 2016; “Presence.”
she carries her heart deep into life–
patiently present…
there for the other…
what more could one ask of a friend?
Presence
Category Archives: Poetry; Solitude
Autumn Mist
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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Blades of Grass Series #1
the blades of grass
whisper their hellos
and drink in the morning mist
thirsting for every bit of life
before the demise of the summer warmth
as the long quiet of winter ensues…
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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Blades of Grass Series #2
Parched Earth
“…I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.” MY ANTONIA by Willa Cather, P.18, c.1918
the waves of dried grass
drink in the cloudburst of rain
for far too long they have endured the heat of the sun’s rays
for far too long the blades reached out in a tall, stately stature
waiting on command for recognition of their need
when, at last, the rain drops quenched their thirst
giving them strength to go green again
and live in hope
it took patience and strength to wait
it took patience and strength not to allow itself burn in rage
it took patience and strength to open itself to possibilities
the grass did for itself what it could
extending its roots down into the soil and drawing the droplets upward
the grass stood its ground
and did not leave for vacation
perhaps it was the solidarity of the blade formation that gave it strength
what gives nature the resilience to grow again and again?
“Clouds of Flight” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, near Palmyra, WI. Sept. 12, 2015
Peace Be Upon You
Originally posted on Around ZuZu's Barn:
Protected by darkness last Thursday night, a hooded figure crept up to the Community Center of Masjid Al-Hoda. He smashed a window with an ax, painted anti-Muslim graffiti on the front of the Mosque and then, like the coward he is, ran away. This afternoon, people of all…
fireflies in the twilight of July
fireflies are whimsically dancing
over the purple clover fields
as the sun pulls its cover up over itself
to settle in for the night on the mountain shelves
“Delicate Growth–Alberta Wildflowers”
Photo Credit:
Jane H. Johann
August, 2014.Copyright
©Jane H. Johann
An Anniversary Message…
WELCOME Pat from the WordPress site, https://rvpatlivingyoung.com. She is new to WordPress and hails from Texas. Below is her profound piece of writing, “An Anniversary Message.”
Please direct likes and comments to Pat on her site: https://rvpatlivingyoung.com/2016/06/06/132/
As the winds of fortune blew one day,
a seed was deigned to come my way
That seed I planted long ago,
loved and tended; it did grow
Never bound by fear nor shell,
that tiny seed did grow and swell.
It’s roots anchored in my heart,
bearing fruit right from the start.
Love and trust still freely gives,
some have died; yet this one lives.
The beauty of this special seed,
shall not be marred by reckless weed.
Although caring for all the rest,
this seed..the one I love the best.
c. 2016, Pat Prieb
Source: An Anniversary Message…
sometimes…
sometimes the heart is so sad
that the tears cascade out of our being…
sometimes we feel there is nothing that can bring it out of the dark
sometimes the hurt is carved so deep…
and no matter what we have tried …fails
sometimes there are those raindrops even when the sun shines…
our eyes are blurred with confusion…
our heart strings have been stretched beyond their endurance…
so…sometimes… we want to quit and give it all up
… it is then…
Squalicum Creek
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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Bellingham, WA
that we are called to believe even when we don’t
…it is then…
that we have to reach beyond ourselves
and be thankful for the tears that flow …
tears… the droplets of grace from God…
…we have to reach for the deepest part of our self and sit with who we are…and be present to the GOD within…
…hang on to that HOPE even when it seems it is not there
…it is then that we have to believe in the BEST of each other
and of ourselves…
sometimes… despite all that speaks directly against our struggle
we have to keep going…and never stop loving…
Serendipity Sunday
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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Bellingham, WA “One of the High Points in our Lives”
Chinese Hospitality An interesting and fresh view of China and its kind people. Beautiful and witty–down to earth writing! Please direct your likes and comments to: Andy Smart — http://justurnleft.com/2013/11/12/chinese-hospitality/comment-page-1/#comment-1827
Originally posted on Just Turn Left:
One of the first things you notice when setting foot on Chinese soil for the first time is the incredible hospitality that you will be shown from the word go. Actually in reality, the word ‘hospitable’ is somewhat misplaced in the case of Chinese folk. For sure people will…
sometimes dark doesn’t move
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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
“Snow Moon Night”
sometimes dark doesn’t move
we are deep within it
yet even in the cloud of black
we find beauty and strength
because Goodness greater than ourselves is holding us gently
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