Poem for Mother
- Jun, 25 2015
- By Andrea M. Winn
- Poetry
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Mother
Giver of life
Breathing softness
Gentle…
That small life
May grow
Protector
Fierce bear!
Deepest compassion
that no hand may harm
the young one
Delighting her with play
that she may want to explore
Teaching
of feelings
rhythms within
of relations
rhythms between
She gives the greatest kindness…
the Love
that brings forth
a new person
Blessed be
the mothers
and the mothering
giving us life!
Homage to the Sun’s Warmth
- Apr, 25 2015
- By Andrea M. Winn
- Poetry
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Red-Sky-Sun-Sea from www.rebellesociety.com
Homage to the Sun’s Warmth
Oh ye Sun
Hail the power of your gentle glow
That even this lake could thaw!
A lifetime of winter
Face cracked from lack of tears
Frozen deeper and deeper
With every turning of winter
Who could believe in Spring
after so many winters?
Heaven’s angels dance
in the halo of your glow.
Each delicate ray of your warmth
gently touching the surface of ice so deep
touch… touch… touch…
Til something
deep beneath the ice
longed
longed for warming
longed for coming to life
so simple
life taken one breath at a time
life where water can rest still…
or dance with fish, as it pleases
This touch so tender
that warms the surface
and reaches life beneath the surface
through God’s gracious mercy
The waters turn
And allow that grace to warm
first the top
then the bottom
then the top again
turning
and beginning the movement
of life
The rhythm births the lake
coming into it’s own warmth
At last letting the last piece of ice
melt…
Now resting this cool lake
So pure
With water to refresh the weary traveller
and that birds may stop to bathe
and all wild things may drink
How miraculous this Spring!
Lake bows to the mercy of the Great Sun
so powerful in it’s gentle warmth
May we lift up our hands with joy
to the gentleness
that warms and invokes life!
May we do her honour
By loving…
An ever flowing fount of love
for all.
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The Great Thawing
- Apr, 18 2015
- By Andrea M. Winn
- Poetry
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Photo by Janice L Barr. Used with permission.
The Great Thawing
How can I touch your tender face
When my heart has been frozen
for as long as I remember?
Buying the groceries.
Doing the laundry.
Cooking.
Eating.
Cleaning the dishes.
And that is calm and sane
compared to the pace of paid work.
I *had* to toughen to keep the wheels turning –
To keep up with the pace of keeping up.
This is surely madness!
How could I forget your tenderness
Your simple needs for my human touch
To be bathed
To be fed simply
To be held, to be gently rocked
To be touched tenderly?
It is time to plant firmly the banner of humanity.
The banner of care.
The banner of simple love,
rather than getting the impossible workload done!
I live in a body
It is flesh and blood and bone – all living.
My heart beats with mourning the years lost…
being absent from this body.
And my heart lifts up
with the choice to re-inhabit
to feel
to breathe
to come back home.
Because this world needs
soft embodied people
who can love through to the core of this earth.
Who feel their hearts beating
and speak the language of love.
Who are able to reach out
and touch the face
so tender.
To kiss the beloved
with the soft lips of a broken heart.
And to fill this world
with a love everlasting.
Remember the Mystery
- Apr, 09 2015
- By Andrea M. Winn
- Poetry
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Remember the Mystery
Lost in the surface of life
Living veneer existence
No life
No heart
Practical efficiency
Checking off To Do lists
The inner child knows different
She knows the greatness of life
To explore
To look closely, and see the delicate pattern of the moss
To jump from the big rock
To the little one, and then another little one
All the way up to the tree
Oooh, that tree!
Reaching her little arms out
She hugs that tree.
It says, “Grace, child!”
She holds on to the little handles
the tree gives
and she is able to climb around to the back of the tree
Where she discovers a patch of tiny mushrooms
And the mushrooms say, “Bless thee, Child, for discovering us.
Pick us with your small hands and take us home to your mother.
We will bless your food, and bring life back to your family.”
The child carefully gathers the mushrooms.
She carefully put them in her pocket.
And she happily continues to climb around the tree.
She kisses the tree and says thank you,
and follows the path back home.
Mommy, look what I found!
Mushrooms from the forest!
We can have them with our food!
Well, we’ll have to check and see
if these mushrooms are safe to eat.
Sure enough, this was a very good kind of mushroom.
There were enough mushrooms for everyone
And they tasted delicious.
The family opened
and talked about what was in their hearts.
They laughed.
And the candle glowed at the center of the family table.
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Hello, Sunrise!
- Apr, 09 2015
- By Andrea M. Winn
- Poetry
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Sunrise light paints the Cuernos del Paine massif in amazing red light Patagonia Chile Photo by Hougaard Malan
Hello, Sunrise!
Most tender peace
at the foot of the mountain
caressed by morning glow
The clouds accompany thee
As you rise up
to meet the sunshine
Could we stand
so bold as thee
to feel the warmth
soaking into our face
as we look into
the rising sun
Could we live
our greatest majesty
as you do
this most beautiful morn
With love and grace,
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