Monthly Archives: December 2012

2012 in review

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,300 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.

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Revelation 2012

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Revelation

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

‘Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

Robert Frost

 

Enjoy the Seasons

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I Will Keep Broken Things

I will keep
Broken
Things:
The big clay
Pot
With raised
Iguanas
Chasing
Their
Tails;
Two
Of their
Wise

Heads
Sheared
Off;

I will keep
Broken
things:
The old
Slave
Market
Basket
Brought
To my
Door

By Mississippi
A jagged
Hole
Gouged
In its sturdy
Dark
Oak
Side.

I will keep
Broken
things:
The memory
Of
Those
Long
Delicious
Night
Swims
With
You;

I will keep
Broken
things:
In my house
There
Remains
An

Honored
Shelf
On which
I will
Keep
Broken
Things.

Their beauty
Is
They
Need
Not
Ever
Be
‘fixed.’

I will keep
Your
Wild
Free
Laughter
Though
It is now
Missing
Its
Reassuring
And
Graceful
Hinge.

I will keep
Broken
Things:

Thank you
So much!

I will keep
Broken
Things.

I will keep
You:

Pilgrim
Of
Sorrow.
I will keep
Myself.

Alice Walker

Georgia O’Keeffe – Jack in the Pulpit

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A Light in the Darkness

An eerie darkness, leaves a
footprint behind, as the thud, thud
of walking grows louder…
it is amplified
as my heart ponders:
the gust of wind, that blows, blows…
and hear the
wail of the wind leaving behind
…the unspoken word of:
a light in the darkness.

Birds outside, fly into vast
amounts of freedom,
in between the wails of the wind.
Envy etched on my eye,
as animals of all sorts, tenderly
caress the unspoken word of:
a light in the darkness –
a faint glimmer of candle light
creeps in the crack of the curtain;
and whispers from the unspecified man:
“all will be fine”
he says.

A hope no longer as broken clay,
but clay smoothly put into place –
as the unspecified man
slowly glues broken clay together
in a mundane artwork
slowly awakening
a broken heart.

Celine Bergh