Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Robins in Winter
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

They said to me, “Stay strong, the
cold days will pass.  Someday
soon, you can come with us to
forage for worms, there will be
no more need for this difficult
search for the very last of the
dried berries.”

I had never before longed for
worms. But, suddenly, there I
stood, realizing that all I
wanted in the world was the
soft company of a worm.  And,
my hand, was empty.



© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Moon Rise
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

How the moon rises,

She is yet burning with love for
this world that has largely abandoned
her to the solemn sky and which neglects
the instructions she gives with her body, what
we need to know if we are to grow and thrive,
but there are gadgets on and children starving,
and I wish I know how to say, "Look! There
is the moon. She has arisen!" And, get the people to
remember that guidance is in the heavens.

(c) 2015/Jamie K. Reaser

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Winter Woods




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


Go on thinking that this world is
barren. If you must. I shall walk
alone in the winter woods and
wonder at the stark beauty that
somehow – how does it keep
so great a vow? – manages to
remain, steadfast, in all of us.


©2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From “Wonderment: New and Selected Poems”
A work in progress

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

A Little Comfort
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


I do believe that there are things out there
trying to get us to notice the miraculous.
There are choruses at sunrise, and colorful
mosaics – like stained glass windows –
crafted among the trees at sunset.

They say: “This is a house of worship.”

They say: “Listen. Look.”

They ask: “What is it that you have been praying for?”

And, I often sit with that question for quite some
time. I’ve prayed for a lot of things, usually not
realizing that I was praying at all. Usually, prayers
about brokenness – mine or someone else’s.

But now, I do choose to pray. Sometimes, silently.
Sometimes, through words shared with the world.
Never, big. Never, flashy. Often, I just want to bring
a little comfort to a soul – mine or someone else’s.

A poem can be a prayer.



© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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Sunday, December 28, 2014

My List




















How does one live a meaningful life? I asked this question.

***

A song sparrow chipped at dusk, three times, and started
me thinking about what it takes to know that out there in the
creeping dark, it is he, Song Sparrow, without a doubt, I hear
giving thanks for the pleasures of the day. So, I made a
list of requirements. I’ll read it to you.

1. Notice that you are not alone in the world.
2. Become interested in something besides yourself.
3. Engage in relationship.
4. Learn what makes a good offering.
5. Serve the other in this way.

That’s something.



© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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Saturday, December 27, 2014

Rosie in on the Counter Again
















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

She said to me:  “I am important. You should see me.”
I said: “I do see you. You make it very hard not to see
you. You jump on the counters and bat at my face with
your right paw.” And, she said: “That’s not about me.
That’s about you.” Surprised, I inquired: “How so?” And,
she circled her lean tortoiseshell body, tail arced, gold-
green eyes chasing mine, and meowed, so sweetly:
“That’s my way of saying: You are important too.”



© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Berries




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I could have picked
them. I didn’t. Red.
Round. Winter saying
something, boldly.
Maybe to the red
bird in the green-
boughed pine. Maybe
to me. But, I have a
thought. It’s about
beauty. Maybe it’s a
test. The important
kind. Maybe someone
up there wants to
know if you can see
a thing and praise it
and that is all. This
I’ve tried. I can’t do
it. Every time I walk
away, my heart is
full.



© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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