Friday, June 13, 2014

A Poem After Ovaries

This post-ovarian life is
served up neat

single malt

No delicately stemmed
crisp and pale
light on tongue


This dark cordial
rich and rushing

And I--

Ever the polite one
“Most likely to” stay calm
Revered for a powerful ballast
Doggedly even while others keel

I am

The sudden surges
leave me winded and
(most often)

Depths of pain
heights of annoyance
I am traveling
a new and rocky ground

And yet
I cannot say
it isn’t good

Learning to hold this drink
I didn’t ask for

I turn toward
the woman
I am

There is no shame
in admitting
I have begun to
acquire a taste

On this side of recent changes
I embrace
a stronger me

Wilder, yes
and much less tidy

I lean in

Find me

And raise a glass
won’t you?

To keenly felt

13 June 2014

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

With Happy Thanks for Dorothy

George and Dorothy, many years ago

A dear old friend of ours, Dorothy Waterhouse Smoker, passed away in January and I'd like to honor her memory here.  Dorothy was 97 when she passed and I hadn't seen her in many, many years.  Still, my memories of her are close and vital.

Monday, February 03, 2014

Coming Home to the Farm

We were away from Africa for two months.  It was enough time to do all we did.  Enough time to celebrate Thanksgiving, multiple family milestone's including my mom's 80th birthday, attend fundraisers, speak here and there, connect with donors, revel in family and marvelous friends, work toward a second son's wedding, engage in Advent, give poetry readings, have a Board Meeting, enjoy (and also struggle with) Christmas in America, and finally, wonderfully, to help throw an outstanding wedding celebration.

Careening out of those packed weeks...

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Morning

When Baby Jesus was presented at the temple, Simeon, said this of him,

"He is a light to reveal God to the nations."  

A light to reveal God...

Now, that's a good gift :)

Merry Christmas, friends!


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Thoughts for Advent: Day Twenty-Four

A Poem for Day Twenty-Four

I cannot do this
I cannot find words
to capture or convey

Language fails 
and I fall silent

In the silence

God incarnate
moved toward me

Be still
with me

And watch
The Light

-lisa, 24 December, 2013

Monday, December 23, 2013

Thoughts for Advent: Day Twenty-Three

A Poem for Day Twenty-Three

There have been moments
I was sure
the earth paused
on her axis

indelible and
eternally bright

Four times I have held
the newest life

Four times I have
peered into a face
I had never seen
but loved instantly
more intensely
than my breaking heart
could bear

And in those minutes
that never never come again
I was won

Charmed completely
I was intrigued by one question

Who are you?

Yes, I know your origin
and who you are to me

Who are you?

On a scale beyond anything
She must have asked the same

This Advent
I turn toward
a face I cannot see
but know I love

My desire is
to be undone

Who are you?

-lisa, 23 December, 2013

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Thoughts for Advent: Day Twenty-Two

A Poem for Day Twenty-Two

The days wear on

Grinding poverty
and violence beyond comprehension
have brought a darkness
we cannot shift

The pain of ages
and we are broken

It is time now
it is time

The hot pain
wrapped and wracking
threatens to overwhelm

But you are not far away

Redemption is a plot unfolding
A mystery
a promise
a baby

-lisa, 22 December, 2013