Poetry Corner. Anonymous. Favorites, New and Old

From the Carolinas to the Islands and Massachusetts, centered in the Jerseys and Pennsylvania, Friends’ journey on the Atlantic Coast did not begin with any shout. 

It started in distant rumbles of uprising like sounds of far-off thunder—a felt breeze of motion gentling, belonging and turning to silence, vibrations of a soundless breathing. 

It fell. Fell against us. Gentle nudging. Snow slipped from evergreen boughs. Silence. 

It fell over us. Richness. Depth of Silence so profound it felt loud – It obliterated sound.

This is what Friends have always known: that the most real thing is not the loudest. That authenticity is not self-promotion but self-emptying. The pastoral vision is still equipping. – Anonymous

Haikus by Basho

How I long to see
among dawn flowers,

the face of God.

Dying cricket –
how full of
life, his song.

From Mary Oliver

Poem 080: Reckless Poem

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the tumbled pine needles she toiled. And I thought: she will never live another life but this one. And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength is she not wonderful and wise? Mary Oliver

Haikus Jack Kerouac

The bottom of my shoes
are clean

from walking in the rain.

Snap your finger
stop the world –
rain falls harder.