Month: April 2014

Tasha Tudor

“I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It’s an admirable profession, why apologize for it. You aren’t stupid because you’re a housewife. When you’re stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare. “

Tasha Tudor

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Lace

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Lace casts shadows on my chest,

I trace the light, the shade?

Which captured first?

It couldn’t be grasped besides:

The lace, The dance, the fight,

Of shade and Light-

Plainly painted.

 

And do I grasp at shade and light,

In the terrain of minds?

“There. Now.”

And some Say,

“No.”

Clarity escapes

In a dance of minds-

Yet is also seen,

If one but counts the time.

A Lenten Reflection

     When I was a little girl, I remember going to my mother telling her I was afraid to die. She tried to reassure me, “Don’t worry, God knows your heart.” But, of course, that was what I was afraid of.

O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.
T.S. Eliot.

Upon a Gardener in the Month of May

So, it’s April not May and there was snow on the ground this morning, but I can dream, can’t I:

 

Upon a Gardener in the Month of May

Kneeling and crouching, back breaking-

Creak, crack, “umph”

Elbow on knee- hand on knee,

-Lift, unbend, straighten.

Bones, tendons, joints and ribs,

Now unwound- were formed in darkness

And Brought to light,

Bones and flesh act as stems and leaves-

Broken to grow,

Moaning

Towards light

A seedling bends and bursts.

The Ascension

AscensionHands, feet, side –

Perfectly marred and scarred

A finger to touch the

Living wounds must rise.

 

Forty days of rebirth,

A foundation laid

A kingdom restored

To the ends of the earth.

 

Followers look on amazed

As a cloud raised-

the heavens opened

to behold the Son of man.

 

The season’s of the Lord,

Cannot be disclosed –

Yet he will return

Just as he has been

lifted from your sight.