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The Tree of Life is knocking at our door.
Look at the leaves and twigs and branches,
Intermingling and connecting to give us more
Of what we’ve had before.
Does the growth and stagnation end for new chances
To begin with new sprouts of fresh green limbs?
Rest on solid ground and gaze upward
Into the maze of branches that allow us to soar!
by Deborah A. Bowman
With a lens which highlights only the attractions!
King Arthur, I summon thee
To return with Merlin in tow.
Come to our aid and see
Earth destroying itself as we go.
So much has happened since you went away
And promised to return.
Now is the day!
We evolved and made great strides to learn
That we really know nothing at all.
–Deborah A. Bowman, poem and design
Panoramic view from Castillo del Morro in Santiago de Cuba
via Panoramic view from Castillo del Morro in Santiago de Cuba — Shelby Burnett
It was I who was filled with doubt…
I, who never thought there was a route
That would negate…
The reason for the season.
And yet it happened
Or tried to happen.
I lost the rapture.
I lost my way…
I let the pain of loss
Toss me into self-imposed exile.
I would withdraw; I would defile
The reason for the season.
It started with my antique nativity scene.
Just one decoration to calm me.
One reason for the season as balm.
The birth of life in the face of death.
But somehow, unwillingly, the rest
Of my meagre symbols just followed.
A top hat, a woolen scarf, a carrot for a nose,
But it was the coal-filled eyes and etched smile
That reached into my cold heart and rose
Like a beacon of light through the darkened miles,
Bringing warmth to my emptiness.
Something thawed or I was left in awe
Of the reason for the season.
It was so much greater than all my pain!
My boycott faded like snow emerging from the rain,
Soft white petals of cleansing snowflakes.
A whisper of breath through a shadowy room;
Bright white candles to dispel the gloom,
A reason for the season.
And suddenly I knew he was with the angels
And watching me caress the snowmen
As I had touched his cold hand for the last time.
The widow smiled through her tears
And tucked away her anger and fear.
I will never be alone
For there are many reasons
… For the season.
It was a year ago…
But just as poignant today.
Never let go of the reason for the season.
—Poem and final photo by Deborah A. Bowman
Phoebe Snow (born Phoebe Ann Laub; July 17, 1950 – April 26, 2011 was an American singer, songwriter, and guitarist, best known for her 1975 song “Poetry Man”. She was described by The New York Times as a “contralto grounded in a bluesy growl and capable of sweeping over four octaves.” Professional life It was […]
via “Phoebe Snow – Poetry Man” — AMERICA ON COFFEE
Great research and blog on Phoebe Snow! Check it out!
Thank you, https://americaoncoffee.wordpress.com/2019/11/27/phoebe-snow-poetry-man/
