Naomi Shihab Nye
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Unmined Gold
I have come to realize that a mother lode of strength lies waiting in all of us, unmined gold yearning to gleam in the sunlight. ~Former Trappist George Fowler Found Poem: One Boy Told Me, Naomi Shihab… Continue reading
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Famous: Days 190-191
Famous The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from… Continue reading
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Days 100-101: Kindness
"No act of kindness no matter how small…is ever wasted." -Aesop An empathetic gesture, a word of caring or a random act of kindness can awaken one's heart. These experiences evoke a metamorphosis of sorts. Yet it is a very private experience,… Continue reading
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Days 340-341 “That’s What Skin Does”
“Skin had hope, that's what skin does. Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.” ~ Naomi Shihab Nye (from 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East. I write to you in the early hours of the morning.… Continue reading
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Days 291-292 Like A Welcome Season
Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." ~ Naomi Shihab Nye Leave the familiar for a while Let your senses stretch out Like a welcome season Onto meadows, shores and hills Change rooms in your… Continue reading
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Days 362-363 – The New Year’s Bell of Kindness
“See the stars? How content they are in their shining. And there stands the embattled sailor. How intent he is on conquering the sea when he could choose to reach into a quieter night and ring the silver bell of… Continue reading
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Days 210-212 Falling in Love with Poetry
Polyprint watercolor by ~Liz “Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, never let it fall away!” (Words and music by Lee Pockriss and Paul Vance) Keeping company with this Journal for the past five years has blessed… Continue reading
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Dats 196-197 “My Grandmother in the Stars”
My Grandmother in the StarsBy Naomi Shihab Nye It is possible we will not meet againon earth. To think this fills my throatwith dust. Then there is only the skytying the universe together. Just now the neighbor’s horse must be… Continue reading
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