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Saturday, January 24, 2009
POETRY IS COOL
I have composed a number of poems this past year, and I have found it very rewarding. I would like to share a few of my pieces now and then. Most of my work has been related to the work that I do as a Pastor and Chaplain for Hospice. I meet remarkable people, and have an opportunity to get to know them in a way that causes me to want to write about them!
This piece talks about the role of our five senses in remembering those we love.
On another occasion I want to talk about my favorite poet: Ted Kooser. I stumbled on his work at Barnes and Noble one day. What struck me most about him is that he writes they way I do... not bragging here, but his work touched my heart with the subject matter and method of expression. He tries to keep things minimal, and always has a powerful ending. I will share some of his stuff in the days ahead. For now, here is one of my pieces:
MEMORIES
Memories are funny things
They shape our thinking
And make us laugh… most of the time.
A simple sound or voice
Reminds us of someone
And our spirits melt
A certain aroma transports us
To a place of shared happiness
And with closed eyes… we remember
Music… that magical memory maker
Moves us to hear
Echoes of love and hope
A touch… gentle and strong
Jogs my forgetfulness
And I see my love
A beautiful scene
Passes our eyes
And we are once again …there
All these things are
Weaving the threadbare fabric of the past
And we smile.
By Richard D Harris, Chaplain 1/14/2009
This piece talks about the role of our five senses in remembering those we love.
On another occasion I want to talk about my favorite poet: Ted Kooser. I stumbled on his work at Barnes and Noble one day. What struck me most about him is that he writes they way I do... not bragging here, but his work touched my heart with the subject matter and method of expression. He tries to keep things minimal, and always has a powerful ending. I will share some of his stuff in the days ahead. For now, here is one of my pieces:
MEMORIES
Memories are funny things
They shape our thinking
And make us laugh… most of the time.
A simple sound or voice
Reminds us of someone
And our spirits melt
A certain aroma transports us
To a place of shared happiness
And with closed eyes… we remember
Music… that magical memory maker
Moves us to hear
Echoes of love and hope
A touch… gentle and strong
Jogs my forgetfulness
And I see my love
A beautiful scene
Passes our eyes
And we are once again …there
All these things are
Weaving the threadbare fabric of the past
And we smile.
By Richard D Harris, Chaplain 1/14/2009
Waiting for the bell...
Musings at the local shop...
OK... you are sitting alone, yet all around you are people communicating electronically with everyone and everything. There are computers blinking, ipods flashing, phone conversations galore. (I was just in Panera's behind a lady having a very loud discussion with her cell phone - and I found myself being very irritated. We come into this place filled with people - and we want to be alone!
Think about that for a moment... Our lives are so filled with electronic stuff, that it seems that we are not human unless we have bluetooth growing out of our ear!
In the old days we just waited for the bell to ring... change classes!
The sound of the bell still rings in my head. Grammar school... middle school drama... pavlov's dogs - moving from room to room at the sound of the bell.
It doesn't seem much different today... except today we do it all alone... waiting for the bell to ring.
.......
North of Sarasota, Fl.
OK... you are sitting alone, yet all around you are people communicating electronically with everyone and everything. There are computers blinking, ipods flashing, phone conversations galore. (I was just in Panera's behind a lady having a very loud discussion with her cell phone - and I found myself being very irritated. We come into this place filled with people - and we want to be alone!
Think about that for a moment... Our lives are so filled with electronic stuff, that it seems that we are not human unless we have bluetooth growing out of our ear!
In the old days we just waited for the bell to ring... change classes!
The sound of the bell still rings in my head. Grammar school... middle school drama... pavlov's dogs - moving from room to room at the sound of the bell.
It doesn't seem much different today... except today we do it all alone... waiting for the bell to ring.
.......
PHOTO OF THE DAY:
North of Sarasota, Fl.
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