"My God" - Susan Rolston
Protestants pray for grace,
Scientists look to space.
Jews find truth in the Torah,
New Agers, in each other’s aura.
Catholics are blessed by a Pope,
Yaquis enlightened by dope.
Maoris use ritual chants,
Navahoes get up and dance.
Muslims bow daily to Allah,
Norsemen aspire to Valhalla.
Feminists swear by a She,
Quakers swear not, silently.
Confucians kowtow to ancestors,
Hare Krishnas, to airport investors.
Hindus revere Lord Brahma,
Richard Gere, the Dalai Lama.
Baptists believe in the Ark,
Physicists, in the quark.
Moonies obey Reverend Sun,
Mormons say Brigham’s the one.
Daoists extol yang and yin,
Sufis transcend in a spin.
Shintos seek peace where it’s grassy,
Rastas, in Haile Selassie.
When we meet in the Afterlife,
We can laugh at sectarian strife.
But meanwhile back to the wars,
‘Cause my God’s better than yours.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
IRS
Internal Revenue -J. Allyn Rosser
I have distracted rodents from their cheese,
Lured seasoned sirens with my melodies,
And brought some handsome statues to their knees.
I could not beguile you.
Having faced your shoulder, back and heel,
Borne the tread marks of your fortune’s wheel,
Felt your indifference to what I feel,
My heart would not revile you.
Now I’ve shelved abiding passions, thrust
My childish cares aside, arranged my lusts:
Real property, silent partners, trusts.
-I don’t know where to file you.
I love this poem. I post it every year around tax time, but really it's so very relevant. I think it applies to at least one person in our lives. That person or people with whom things are unfinished or unrequited or just couldn't ever end satisfactorily. Where do you put all those leftover feelings that no longer have an obvious place in your life?
I have distracted rodents from their cheese,
Lured seasoned sirens with my melodies,
And brought some handsome statues to their knees.
I could not beguile you.
Having faced your shoulder, back and heel,
Borne the tread marks of your fortune’s wheel,
Felt your indifference to what I feel,
My heart would not revile you.
Now I’ve shelved abiding passions, thrust
My childish cares aside, arranged my lusts:
Real property, silent partners, trusts.
-I don’t know where to file you.
I love this poem. I post it every year around tax time, but really it's so very relevant. I think it applies to at least one person in our lives. That person or people with whom things are unfinished or unrequited or just couldn't ever end satisfactorily. Where do you put all those leftover feelings that no longer have an obvious place in your life?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
An Extra Poem to make up for Friday's miss
"Faith is a fine invention"
By Emily Dickinson
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
By Emily Dickinson
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
"Racing"
"Racing"- by Benjamin Smith for his Mom on race day
Racing is a real cool sport.
Fun and dangerous, too.
You made it through the tough terrain
and that's why I love you.
Racing is a real cool sport.
Fun and dangerous, too.
You made it through the tough terrain
and that's why I love you.
Check!
So today I earned a check mark for my list of things to do before I die.
"Train for and complete an organized race."
CHECK!!!!
Today was the half marathon. I did it with my friends Beth and Trish who I would just like to say were fabulous buddies to be with. Here we are this morning before the race:
This was before we got all tired and sweaty and gross. Just after posing for this picture, we piled in the car and headed downtown where we parked illegally in the very full parking lot (thank you for the parking chutzpa, Trish!) and headed to the start line.
I have to say that being packed in at the starting line is a lot of fun. There's just so much energy and anticipation there. People were cheering, music was blaring, the guy who yells "Go" was blathering in the background. It was exciting to be there. Although, it's a little anti-climactic when the guy finally does yell "Go" and you are stuck behind so many people that it takes three minutes just to cross the starting line. Speaking of which:
We walked fast enough that miles 8 through 10 completely sucked. And fast enough that even though we started last, we weren't last to finish. Our main goal was to get through it all before they closed down the track exactly 4 hours from the start time.
We made it well before the track closed, so we needn't have worried. At mile 10, after two miles of hating it and slowing down a little, Trish pulled out her iPod that her hubby had gotten for her and totally got in the zone with a little Aerosmith to move her along. She booked those last three miles! Beth and I had to run a few different times just to catch up with her! (You ROCK, Trish!)
The worst part of the half marathon was that stinkin' "point 1 mile". Couldn't we just make it an even 13? The .1 just seemed cruel.
The best part was crossing the finish line to cheers and free stuff. (Hobbling back to the parking lot was hard, though.)
When I came home, I had my own adoring fans to greet and cheer me. Todd had made an AMAZING chocolate cake, and there were flowers on the table with a poem that Benjamin wrote for me called (appropriately) "Racing". I will make that a separate post for NPM.
I'm weary tonight, but I DID IT!!
"Train for and complete an organized race."
CHECK!!!!
Today was the half marathon. I did it with my friends Beth and Trish who I would just like to say were fabulous buddies to be with. Here we are this morning before the race:
This was before we got all tired and sweaty and gross. Just after posing for this picture, we piled in the car and headed downtown where we parked illegally in the very full parking lot (thank you for the parking chutzpa, Trish!) and headed to the start line.
I have to say that being packed in at the starting line is a lot of fun. There's just so much energy and anticipation there. People were cheering, music was blaring, the guy who yells "Go" was blathering in the background. It was exciting to be there. Although, it's a little anti-climactic when the guy finally does yell "Go" and you are stuck behind so many people that it takes three minutes just to cross the starting line. Speaking of which:
We walked fast enough that miles 8 through 10 completely sucked. And fast enough that even though we started last, we weren't last to finish. Our main goal was to get through it all before they closed down the track exactly 4 hours from the start time.
We made it well before the track closed, so we needn't have worried. At mile 10, after two miles of hating it and slowing down a little, Trish pulled out her iPod that her hubby had gotten for her and totally got in the zone with a little Aerosmith to move her along. She booked those last three miles! Beth and I had to run a few different times just to catch up with her! (You ROCK, Trish!)
The worst part of the half marathon was that stinkin' "point 1 mile". Couldn't we just make it an even 13? The .1 just seemed cruel.
The best part was crossing the finish line to cheers and free stuff. (Hobbling back to the parking lot was hard, though.)
When I came home, I had my own adoring fans to greet and cheer me. Todd had made an AMAZING chocolate cake, and there were flowers on the table with a poem that Benjamin wrote for me called (appropriately) "Racing". I will make that a separate post for NPM.
I'm weary tonight, but I DID IT!!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Sunshiny Day
The weather has been wonderful this week! The sun has reappeared from it's long winter hiatus. Happy days! As a result, the entire population has been spending as much time outside as we can squeeze in before the rain (which is coming tomorrow). As a result we're all wandering around a little sunburned, because in our pleasure at basking in it we have forgotten that the sun comes with danger, too. We are pink, but wear big, goofy grins of wonderment and happiness at simply being in the light again.
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