Category: Generations Of Faith

late May garden

late May garden
more poems than I could
ever write

in loving memory
my parents and brother
we shall meet again

once upon a time – and today

once upon a time
my mother and I spent
so much time
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

I remember her love
of flowers and all the colors
and the Bridal Wreath
bushes in bloom

once upon a time
love grows and endures
my great lesson
and hope

and gifts from
the seasons and yard
every year

My poem is from June 25, 2019. I am watching the day begin, heard a bird song, and the Bridal Wreath bush we planted some time ago is growing well in a new Spring.

Garden Journal
June 25, 2019
Photos by Karl

Grateful for Community

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So often I think of my parents and the history they lived through. We are all living through COVID-19 history. We wear our face masks, practice social distance, wash our hands often, etc. We take care of one another and ourselves. Our common story, one day at a time.

Future posts will feature the libraries in our area. I am always so grateful for libraries.

Thank YOU for your posts from many places. You add so much to my days.

I am creating a lot at home, since I am here most of the time. I can see this in my haiku. Recent posts are examples. I am calling these “Study Poems.”

time with a book

reading haiku

plant in sun

late November

Thank you and take good care.

spruce tree branches

spruce tree branches
by the window
where I write

thoughts of my parents
and all the history
they lived through

one day at a time
and careful plans
for the future

as I write in this day’s
bright morning light

Photo by Susanne Jutzeler on Pexels.com

the light of many new times

This week, I wrote:

November morning
I learn the light
of a new time

And I am thinking about this on many levels. I have learned to see the art, beauty, light, faith, and hope of many new times. Sometimes I may not realize during a difficult time just how much I am being blessed. When I was in the hospital in June 2018, by God’s grace, I was not afraid and I said thank you to all who were helping me. Some things about my health are much better, and some are a work-in-progress. I accept this.

After the hospital, I thought, where did I learn how to do this? And I thought of my mother, and times with her when she needed the care and I was there as her daughter. Now sometimes too some of the medical professionals who help me are a generation younger, and I honor and respect the latest science and technology, along with daily practical advice. I can receive direction. And again, I think, where did I learn how to do this?

And again, my mother, most of all. And many other artists and writers, here and in print, over many years. Grateful for all, and all the generations.

Lots of life chapters, by God’s grace, and new light to learn always. Daily dedication and small steps. So much gratitude.

In many ways, I have always been an old soul, and so am comfortable amidst life’s challenges. I work to be independent – with so much support from Karl – and if I need more care some day, some year, I will look for the light there as well.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Psalm 23: 1–2 (KJV)

Thank you,
Ellen

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two poems

we wait and watch
the train go by
in our small town
memories of my
Swedish grandparents

My grandfather worked on the railroad, and I remember my grandmother’s kitchen!

train lights
and late afternoon
grey sky
Autumn begins
tomorrow

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Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.