Prayer – In Praise of Singers by Michael Leunig We give thanks for singers. All types of singers. Popular, concert singers and tuneless singers in the bath. Whistlers, hummers and those who sing while they work. Singers of lullabies;...
The Rungs Only the person with the green dice should be talking, I remind the boys, holding up the oversized foam cubes. And the others should be? Listening, K. says, and how should we listen? Con el corazón, M. replies,...
Written on the Wall at Chang’s Hermitage It is Spring in the mountains. I come alone seeking you The sound of chopping wood echoes Between the silent peaks. The streams are still icy. There is snow on the trail. At...
Song Adrienne Rich You’re wondering if I’m lonely: OK then, yes, I’m lonely as a plane rides lonely and level on its radio beam, aiming across the Rockies for the blue-strung aisles of an airfield on the ocean. You want...
For Those Who Have Far to Travel If you could see the journey whole, you might never undertake it, might never dare the first step that propels you from the place you have known toward the place you know not....
Bald Eagle In less than ten seconds I fell in love with the eagle before it rounded the corner and disappeared. Sometimes, it’s easier to love that which moves quickly through our lives. Harder to love what stays long enough...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
