little bit of lagniappe

reflecting on everyday grace

Saturday morn poetry…

Saturday Morning, Yes

I’m up early this morning.

Listening to quiet,

hopeful for sun’s rise,

aware of the gift

of my steady heart beat.

I reach for Mary Oliver’s


and dive into scenes

and miracles and mysteries

of this creation, this world.

“And, if you have not been enchanted by this adventure – your life –

what would do for you?”

(“To Begin With, the Sweet Grass”)

Ah, yes,

this is the way to start the day.

Acknowledge the act of waking up,

taste first light,

stretch out these tender sinews of the body

and know that you are alive.

-Carter Thomas

Now, here’s a taste of who and what inspired me.  Thank you, Mary O:


Mysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous

to be understood.


How grass can be nourishing in the

mouths of the lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever

in allegiance with gravity

while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bounds will

never be broken.

How people come, from delight or the

scars of damage,

to the comfort of a poem.


Let me keep my distance, always, from those

who think they have the answers.


Let me keep company always with those who say

“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,

and bow their heads.

–Mary Oliver

Evidence, 2009


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One thought on “Saturday morn poetry…

  1. Amazing writing CT! Thanks so much for sharing your heart and beautiful talent!

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