Thanks!
Poetry Friday

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



Dear Jace, I hope you are well. Please know that the poetry you shared today touched my soul. Thank you! ♥️ Loretta