There is now
An abiding sense of sorrow,
Faint like the dark pre-dawn,
In which we mourn
Because we will soon lose
Someone whose name
We do not yet know.
This grief will not be shaken-
Yet, let us turn not to fear.
Let us turn instead to love.
Love all that you know
Or may yet know,
While now we can.
George R. Pasley
Martin TN
April 1, 2020
There is now An abiding sense of sorrow, Faint like the dark pre-dawn, In which we mourn Because we will soon lose Someone whose name We do not yet know. This grief will not be shaken- Yet, let us turn not to fear. Let us turn instead to love. Love all that you know Or… Read more
03/25/2020 Sorting through some old poems, I found some old memories. Some of them made me blush and Some of them made me smile. Some marked the trail Where I had given up And gone home. Some recorded my innocence, And others my guilt. But they all reminded me Where we’ve been. And now they… Read more
If there is no God, then we are in deep, deep trouble. For there is indeed a devil who lives in our collective capacity. To lie, ignore, curse, to abuse, destroy, maim, to belittle, slander, deny, to be altogether un-human and inhumane. Therefore I will believe if for no other reason, than to do battle… Read more
A Benediction for St. Patrick Let those who have never known hunger Set down their forks. Let those who have never known cruelty Go as a stranger, alone, to a far place Where they speak a different tongue. Let those who have never known pain Don boot and gloves, take up their shovels And dig… Read more
Somehow this old poem seemed like the right thing for an election day submission. The first phrase- “There’s no such thing as bead weather, only bad gear” was often expressed by the fishermen and women in Alaska… There’s no such thing as bad weather, Only bad gear – So we dress for work, Or we… Read more
Thinking about Ash Wednesday I recalled glimpses, Bright moments over the year When I saw people, Young and old, Wise and foolish, Male and female As they might be, As they could be And it filled my heart with joy. But in the same moment I recalled Memories of myself, At my worst, Mean, spiteful,… Read more
Ordinary, from the Latin: Order, to rule, Ordinary, one who rules So to order one’s life Is to govern it; To follow an ordinary Is to be governed. Ordinary time, then, Is anything but ordinary, Unless our Ordinary is ordinary, As in lacking uniqueness. But if your Ordinary Is the one who forgave sinners, The… Read more
Open a book, And you are invited To enter a story. Say a prayer, Sing a hymn, Recite the creed, Read a bible verse, Cry for mercy, Ponder the news And you, and I, Are invited to enter Into the story Jesus told, The Good News That the Kingdom is at hand, That we matter,… Read more
I’ve seen so many rainy days, And despite this being one more Again this year, Despite so many plans That must be put on hold, This memory persists- I, sitting in my den mother’s living room, Watching the rain as I waited for my ride, My interior self, finding A place to sit in all… Read more
I am not blameless, Nor bold, Nor as wise as I’d like to be (perhaps not even close), Practicing kindness often wearies me, And doing my little bit of justice While the world burns’ Seems like Whistling in the graveyard- So, What are we to do? Blessed are all Who seem overpowered And underequipped, Said… Read more
There is now An abiding sense of sorrow, Faint like the dark pre-dawn, In which we mourn Because we will soon lose Someone whose name We do not yet know. This grief will not be shaken- Yet, let us turn not to fear. Let us turn instead to love. Love all that you know Or… Read more
03/25/2020 Sorting through some old poems, I found some old memories. Some of them made me blush and Some of them made me smile. Some marked the trail Where I had given up And gone home. Some recorded my innocence, And others my guilt. But they all reminded me Where we’ve been. And now they… Read more
If there is no God, then we are in deep, deep trouble. For there is indeed a devil who lives in our collective capacity. To lie, ignore, curse, to abuse, destroy, maim, to belittle, slander, deny, to be altogether un-human and inhumane. Therefore I will believe if for no other reason, than to do battle… Read more
A Benediction for St. Patrick Let those who have never known hunger Set down their forks. Let those who have never known cruelty Go as a stranger, alone, to a far place Where they speak a different tongue. Let those who have never known pain Don boot and gloves, take up their shovels And dig… Read more
Somehow this old poem seemed like the right thing for an election day submission. The first phrase- “There’s no such thing as bead weather, only bad gear” was often expressed by the fishermen and women in Alaska… There’s no such thing as bad weather, Only bad gear – So we dress for work, Or we… Read more
Thinking about Ash Wednesday I recalled glimpses, Bright moments over the year When I saw people, Young and old, Wise and foolish, Male and female As they might be, As they could be And it filled my heart with joy. But in the same moment I recalled Memories of myself, At my worst, Mean, spiteful,… Read more
Ordinary, from the Latin: Order, to rule, Ordinary, one who rules So to order one’s life Is to govern it; To follow an ordinary Is to be governed. Ordinary time, then, Is anything but ordinary, Unless our Ordinary is ordinary, As in lacking uniqueness. But if your Ordinary Is the one who forgave sinners, The… Read more
Open a book, And you are invited To enter a story. Say a prayer, Sing a hymn, Recite the creed, Read a bible verse, Cry for mercy, Ponder the news And you, and I, Are invited to enter Into the story Jesus told, The Good News That the Kingdom is at hand, That we matter,… Read more
I’ve seen so many rainy days, And despite this being one more Again this year, Despite so many plans That must be put on hold, This memory persists- I, sitting in my den mother’s living room, Watching the rain as I waited for my ride, My interior self, finding A place to sit in all… Read more
I am not blameless, Nor bold, Nor as wise as I’d like to be (perhaps not even close), Practicing kindness often wearies me, And doing my little bit of justice While the world burns’ Seems like Whistling in the graveyard- So, What are we to do? Blessed are all Who seem overpowered And underequipped, Said… Read more