Thanks!

Poetry Friday

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Friends,

First, I give thanks for this space and for everyone who reads or skims through to read the poems of the day. It’s so wonderful to have you here! Thank you!

And now poems….

in gracious joy,

Jace

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I am thankful for Rosemerry Wahola Trommer who has written so many poems that need to be read. So, I give you these today.

(For all the burned biscuits on Thanksgiving day in our house because everyone thought it was someone else's job to watch them during my childhood Thanksgiving dinners).

At Some Point It's Clear

So little of life’s sweetness

can be planned. Oh, meals,

of course, and sometimes

children. But mostly, joy

loves a surprise, loves

when schedules get shuffled

and agendas unravel and

suddenly there’s a space

for bliss to slip in dressed

in calamity’s clothes.

So easy to praise what

looks like success—

but teach me to give thanks

for the mess—

whatever is burnt, broken,

wounded, fumbled, missed.

Teach me to be open in each

unscripted moment

to the bloom of gratefulness.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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Practice

To be grateful not only for flower,

but also for mud, grime,

slug, slime, the dingy,

the filthy, the tired,

to be grateful not only for star

but also for what is prickly, thornsome,

tricky, testy, sore,

to be grateful not only for warmth

but also for the cold that holds it,

the chill, the bite, the nip, the freeze,

the breeze that blows always head on.

To not only say thanks, but live it.

To not only know thanks, but give it.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
— OMAR KHAYYAM from https://grateful.org

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