That Something – April Poetry

flowers in the woods

That Something
When spring is coming up in
the woods,
When the air is warm, the
breeze strong,
When the ground is damp and
soft beneath my feet
And I can wander at my own
pace among the trees,
When I see these amazing blooms
Bursting through the layers
of dead leaves
And old branches,
Of moss and humus, fungus, and
rotting wood,
When the perfect shapes and
Of all these amazing
creations grab my attention,
I know then that Something
beyond here, beyond us,
Way beyond our understanding
Is doing the growing, the
The nurturing, and the
letting go.
That Something is choosing
just the right colors,
The perfect shapes, creating
the structures,
Setting in motion this cycle
of life, death, lifeā€¦
Of birth, death,
Of blooming, seeding, fading
and dying,
Of wintering, sleeping, and
And I ask Her, that
To show me
What I need to let go,
And what can be awakened
within me.
 —Deborah L. Tisch, 4/13/14

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Day 13 out of 30…only 17 to go!

An experience

The prompt I chose today is to talk about an experience with faith, your own or someone else’s.

Photography is a blessing for me. As I have looked through that view finder at so many incredible things in the natural world, what I once took for granted are now precious gifts. I have been thinking of what to write all day for this, but after going out in my yard with my camera this evening and photographing these flowers, it became clear that this was an experience of faith, or trust, or belief.  Beneath it all is a power that moves beyond my understanding.
The evening sun shining through these daffodils reminds me that there is a powerful sustaining force that causes the earth’s angle to change, bringing spring just when we are ready for it.
Just noticing the colors bursting forth in the grasses, the trees, the blooming plants all around… how fortunate I am to have the health, the eyesight, the ability to get out and around, just so I can take this all in. 
Even the most humble of flowers, the smallest, the least obvious, has a purpose.  Which reminds me that all of us have our own unique purpose, too.
And as plants that are different can co-exist in the same patch of dirt, my experience teaches me that we all can do that, too…co-exist, learn to live side by side, on this same planet.
Through my lens, I am made more and more aware of how delicate the balance is in our environment, how important it is for us to be good stewards of this home we are blessed with.  As long as we remain conscious of this, and take care of this earth, we can continue enjoy the gifts of spring and every other season.

I got by with it…

The prompt, or question, I chose today is
“Talk about a time when you got away with it.”
Here is where my heart has lead me…
When it’s not popular to be authentic, how do we get by with it?
How do we get by with it, this Being Real, in a world that worships
the Perfect Persona?
If our culture is telling us to wear a mask,
and we choose not to wear it,
what then?
When society wanted me to be young with flawless skin,
I escaped by getting older,
and gaining wrinkles and dark spots.
I got by with it.
When my ego wanted me to control and cling to my children,
I cried, let go of them, and watched them grow
and become who they are meant to be.
I got by with it.
When man tried to tell me I was
not smart enough to understand God,
and that I needed to listen to man,
I learned to listen to my heart,
and found God and Goddess dwelling there.
I still get by with it.
And when institutions and society tried to 
pressure me into being perfection,
I woke up from being miserable,
counted my flaws and accepted them,
and finally came to a place of peace.
I have escaped with my soul intact.
Deborah L. Tisch

a blessing…

This is for a beautiful baby boy named Charlie, who just came into this world 3 days ago and is in a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, mommy and daddy by his side.  I want Charlie and his parents to know that we all hold them tenderly in our hearts and prayers. 
And this is for my mom, who is having some surgery tomorrow…for my dad who because of his own health must stay at home and wait…for my sister who is there and will love them through this ordeal…and for all the friends who are there to help and support them.
Then there is my husband, who, as a pastor and on-call chaplain, often goes to the bedside of the mommies and daddies, the parents, the grandparents, meeting them in what can be their best or their worst hour….and finds the courage and wisdom to listen to and comfort them.  
We hold you in our hearts, just as we are all held in a Divine Embrace….
(Photo edited in Gimp to make it look like an oil painting)