Sunday, November 25, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Thanksgiving is here...and Christmas is coming!
HOLIDAY HOMECOMING
She smiled as she dusted
the ceramic crèche
on the old oak credenza,
sang as she swept the
kitchen floor,
even Lysoled the bathroom
bowl
with effervescence.
Humming a Yuletide carol,
the woman
rolled pastry into a thin
rectangle
and cut cookies into shapes
of stars and angels and
lambs.
Spontaneous praise
proceeded from her lips
as she stuffed the twenty
pound turkey,
trussed it tidily,
rubbed it with butter and
sage
and lifted it into the
moderate oven.
She dressed the table with
china and silver,
the slightly yellowed table
linen
stored in her mother’s
cedar chest,
and a silvery bowl of pink
poinsettias
bought at the flower sale
at church.
Her feet ached, but her
eyes sparkled.
This was among life’s
highest joys:
Her adult children would
soon be at the door
bringing presents, hugs and
laughter
and she would get to serve
them Christmas dinner.
Maude Carolan
My personal best wishes for a festive Thanksgiving and the beginning of a very blessed Christmas holiday season. God bless you.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
A poem from "A Pilgrim's Quest"
Ibex drinking from Springs of Engedi
AT THE WATER BROOKS
Israel Pilgrimage--2006
We stop briefly
at a verdant oasis
in the wilderness—
the Springs of Engedi
where long ago in a cave
nearby
David spared the life of Saul
A crystalline waterfall
descends
from high above our heads
into a sparkling pool at our feet
Our rabbi tells us
deer and ibex
hyrax and rock badgers
roam these hills
and that in the shade
of the caves
psalmists of old
likely scrawled
timeless verses
My mind’s eye
envisions a son of Korah
sitting upon a rock
at the mouth of a cave
ministering unto the Lord
on a hot day—
Suddenly a thirsty deer
appears and begins
lapping cool, refreshing water
from the stream—
hence, Psalm 42
As the deer pants
for the water brooks,
So my soul pants
for You, O God…
We begin to sing the psalm—
our own souls thirsting
for The Living God
of the ages
as our eyes dart about
searching for deer or ibex
or a snippet
of Saul’s garment
shorn by the blade
of David’s swift sword
Maude Carolan Pych
The above poem is from my new chapbook, "A Pilgrim's Quest--A Poet Visits the Holy Land". The 46 page booklet is a compilation of poems about my three pilgrimages to Israel.
Scroll down to the end of this blog for ordering information.