This photo It reminds me of our now Dark Clouds Leafless trees BUT Blooms Color Life Life is coming Nothing can stop it I see the signs – I see the signs of hope above – kdc 5/17/20
Tag: Hope
Rose Garden
Rose Garden There is a real hope And it hurts. To lean into it, No, to dive full on into it Is the destiny of humanity But there within its living form are so many thorns Painful, hideous thorns Disappointment, disillusionment Failure, rejection These are the thorns on the roses of hope And they are…
Hope
Hope Today I felt the heavy pain of the land Entire forests burned, charred Entire mountains with blackened scars The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange Not from autumn skies But from death Demise Destruction Yet then there is this An angel in the skies bringing life Color Salmon and periwinkle Coral and slate…
Empty Train
Empty Train I was sitting in the park today Reading a good book Watching my young children play I heard the sound of the approaching train Off in the distance Beyond the river The train came by Crossing the river on the great, high bridge Making quite the commotion Stopping the traffic Turning heads…
The Hope
The Hope Poetry shouldn’t be forced I’m not sure anything good comes from coercion I’m so impeded, the words won’t come They are there in my mind, in my soul Yet there is this dark blockade Anger, fatigue, self-doubt, irritation, impatience These are the bricks in the wall I so often wait around for…
Each Life
I’m posting this poem today because today is what our family calls the “gotcha day” for our son Isaiah. Adoption is just a great thing, and I wanted to honor the memory of this day by posting this poem: Each Life This is what it’s all about These are smiles of heaven’s shouts This…
Restore
I wrote this poem for a patient of mine. She was an infant with a terribly progressive terminal disease. I guess you could call this poem a “statement of faith” if you wanted to, but as a physician I despise when it seems that illness wins and my patients and their families lose. So in…
Resting in the Embers
Resting in the Embers I’ve grown tired of this introspection This circumspection A rambling on about emptiness Seeing everything Feeling nothing Putting it all down on paper Wanting to crinkle it all up Throw it all away Yet the digital age holds on to everything So it seems I can’t let anything go myself Thoughts…