Tag: solitude
member name: John Doyle
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November 21, 2006 11:21 AM EST --
Do I love them?
Do they love me?
And then
In the twinkling of an eye
They are gone
And the questions are moot
November 21, 2006
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November 06, 2006 12:05 PM EST --
Musings
Walking alone in the pine woods
The air seems blue.
The sun liberating the aroma
Of Christmas past.
November 6, 2006
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November 12, 2006 04:32 PM EST --
The water slaps the rocks at my feet
Disturbed by a passing motorboat
Sea gulls circle over the lake
Do they miss their ocean home?
November 11, 2006
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November 12, 2006 04:37 PM EST --
The sun is setting in the west
A gentle breeze cools the air
Soon Thanksgiving
Soon Winter
But today it is warm and lovely
And good to be alive
November 11, 2006
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January 23, 2007 11:12 AM EST --
Trudging through the storm
Snow and sleet and darkness clutching at him
He thought he heard the bell for Compline
And through the trees a faint light.
Were they real these sights . . .
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November 12, 2006 04:26 PM EST --
You said you would be with me in Spirit
And present you are in this lovely place
But I am more than Spirit
And I do wish you were here
To touch my hand
To walk with me
And share this lovely . . .
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November 12, 2006 04:42 PM EST --
Couples walking side by side, hand in hand
Sharing the beauty of the day.
I wonder if they realize how lucky they are
Just to have someone to walk with
November 11, 2006
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November 17, 2006 11:30 AM EST --
Just the thought of her
Ignites a spark, spreading through
Body Mind and Heart
Making all I do and say
Bright, holy and light filled
November 17, 2006
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November 29, 2006 02:38 PM EST --
Night Dread
The mottled full moon
Alone in the inky sky
Strangely sinister
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December 01, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
High in the Rockies
Blanketed now with snow
Often unmarred even by
The tracks of animals
Is the High Lonesome.
Late in the Spring
When the snow has melted
The meadows come alive . . .
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December 17, 2006 11:01 AM EST --
Advent’s third Sunday
The vestments are pink
And the liturgy calls us to rejoice
“Rejoice always. I say again rejoice!”
Probably our response is what for? . . .
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December 19, 2006 01:57 PM EST --
I wonder what ever happened to wonder
That thrill-feeling of seeing
Something totally unexpected
Like coming ‘round a bend In a country road
And encountering a field of wild . . .
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November 02, 2006 11:49 AM EST --
A golden blanket
Slowly covering my yard
Soon turning to brown
As the winter sleep draws near
November 2, 2006
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November 02, 2006 04:24 PM EST --
Like a white prayer flag
The eternal snow plume
Files over Mount Everest
Now this way, now that
Yielding to the prevailing wind
But always blessing her children
November 2, 2006
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November 03, 2006 12:58 AM EST --
In the evening
The sun broke through
Dispelling the storm
November 3, 2006
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November 20, 2006 12:00 PM EST --
Just outside my kitchen window
Against a backdrop of dead leaves
And a threatening gray sky
Two tiny forsythia flowers
Nod in the wind and smile at each other
They seem to be saying
"We are . . .
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November 24, 2006 10:27 AM EST --
Four joss sticks burning
On the small shrine altar
Aromatic smoke rising
Carrying my prayers to heaven
Three sticks for three
Known and loved by me
One stick for one
Loved and lost by another . . .
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November 26, 2006 12:30 AM EST --
They are gone now
The two forsythia flowers
That lived outside my kitchen window
And shared a moment of their life with me.
Battered by heavy rain and wind
They went on their way.
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November 30, 2006 09:44 AM EST --
As the Lauds bell
Begins the monastic day with praise,
As Chanticleer’s crowing dispelling the darkness,
So the sound of her voice
And knowing that she cares
Dispels and overcomes that . . .
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December 20, 2006 09:57 AM EST --
The young monk said
“Teacher, the scriptures
No longer speak to me.
Have I risen so high?
Or fallen so low?”
The teacher replied,
“What is high?
What is low?” . . .
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