Our backyard went from being a backyar to being a Community Garden!

Hi everyone! well- it has been quite the week already! I am so bummed b/c i am longing to share with you our pictures of the community garden that over 20 people helped to create in our backyard this past Sunday but I can't get the pictures to download! :( STAY TUNED... FOr now, here is a new poem i wrote in reflection of our time:

Memory of the Trees

The morning dew
reflects the memory
of the night sky

stars brightly glittering


Each blade of grass
a family member
in the world of things


blows ever so gently


Birds pluck the petals
that fall to the grass
a new days watering.

Sing us your song...
the sweet one that
arouses our toes to tap

and our pious laws
to clap
and embrace the one

we turn our backs on.

Hello all.... I thought that today I would share a poem with you that I wrote about 6 months ago... I wrote it about my dad and me.

Its as if I saw

His last breath fly

-out into the universe

I saw it in the stars

In the wind it gently

-Evokes my tears

it slipped through my hands

as I leaned in to kiss it

- now I chase it

tackling the slow

melancholies of

-my memories

what was is now

as the child in me

-reaches out to grab

and push the breath

back in

-that it may never end

shoved down my throat

is the ache

-that is building its castle

it crumbles on me

while I search

-to find the remnants

of the picture

before it was ripped

-my tongue cries out

I lick each torn piece

Hands shaking

To put it back together

The gaze

Of each face before me

-Envelops my body

Lifts it to the moon

Where light thins into darkness

And the breeze brings me back

-my breath….

Temma's Marriage

This is a poem that I wrote today as i was reflecting on how hard it is for me to sometimes accept the love of my husband and the love of my God. This is what came out of me as I grappled with this today. I speak of a girl named Temma in it- it's funny because I just can not seem to rid myself of her. I was first introduced to Temma by my friend, Matt about 6 months ago. Temma is the daughter of a famous artist named Tim Lowry. Temma is both physically and mentally impaired and has had to live in this vegatable like state all of her life. Now in her mid 20's, Tim and his wife continue to be the sole caregivers to their adult daughter. Tim experiances his daughter, Temma to be his modern day Mary as in all that he creates, she is his muse. She is in every one of his paintings- often with life happening all around her. Temma has become my modern day Mary too. Today I pictured her at a table with God eating- she looked so angelic as she reached across the table to grab a strawberry. As she did that, I pictured myself under the table scraping up crumbs and then scurring over to a corner to eat of them Butm then Temma held up a mirror to my face and showed me who i was, then i was beckoned to the table to join them, where Temma handed me a strawberry and Jesus washed my feet. Hoe often i feel that it is my job to wash God's feet as i don't allow him to love me... this picture overwhelmed me beyond words...and this is the poem that came from all this...

Please takea moment to check out Tim's work and meet Temma...I pray that she touches your face as she does mine so often : http://www.timlowly.com/resources/temmaonearth.html



TEMMA'S MARRIAGE


The crumb has fallen
it is my feast
in the corner

where I hide

he beckons me to
join...
strawberries dipped in chocolate

disjointing
only knowing
how to pour oil on his feet

wipe with my tears

she sits next to him
his shining muse, Temma
mirror in hand

my face calling back

to allow his kiss
tenderly
to wet my feet

as i suckle sourly-sweet red delights...
cock my head back with laughter
to heavy to hold...