Tag: Language

Bloganuary prompt for January 26, 2022

What is your favorite part about yourself?

Whatever gifts I may have are a gift, by God’s grace. I try to take good care every day. For example, I have an appointment with my eye doctor next month; and I may need new reading glasses. Sometimes I adjust the print on my computer, so I can read more easily.

Karl and I went to Walmart in Sheboygan last week, and I bought a new Bible with larger print. And I am praying the Psalms again, with good light.

Sometimes I reprint poems in larger print, as others may appreciate these posts, or know someone who would be able to read better with the large print.

At our site, Easter And Spring Poetry, this year I am reviewing posts and reprinting some poems in large bold print. I am grateful for the many ways to design posts and sites. So much more to learn!

I have always loved language.

“In the beginning was the Word . . .”  John 1:1

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seasons speak

seasons speak
their own language
cold days here
and yet the light
tree branches
in wind and February
next week . . .
reading poetry
and more light
falls on journals
across the room
to read and reread

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Needlepoint and Easter Lily

Karl took these photos in 2013. I made the needlepoint picture a long time ago, and then had it framed professionally.  The kit was high quality, and the picture is from a painting by Paul Cezanne. We still enjoy the picture in our home.

I began again with needlepoint after I was blogging here for a time. To remember how, I looked at an unfinished piece by my grandmother, Grace, who died a year before I was born. My mother gave me a few of her mother’s handmade aprons. I think my art is from Grace, and my love of language is from my mother. All gifts from God.

Ellen Grace Olinger

cover art

cover art

more beautiful books
on my desk
than I can read

thoughts of my mother
and our shared love of language

some spaces only God can fill

language and books
and all the conversations
among artists who
may not know
one another

fill my heart too

and Spring today

from my April archives:

beginning
in the area
where we had
to take a tree down
new peony leaves

Peonies: wpclipart

Poems: Ellen Grace Olinger

The Psalms

The Psalms have inspired many poems over the seasons and years.  I read them for strength, hope, love, and the beauty of language.

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reading Psalms
in the sunroom
fragrance of daffodils

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P romises of
S erenity
A nd
L ove
M editations and
S trength

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rereading Psalms
colors of leaves
a deeper gold

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I wonder how many poems
the trees have given to me

as I pray the Psalms
and read poems by poets

written over so much time
that passes too soon

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clouds with some blue
outside my study window
some days God seems so clear
other days I must dwell more deeply
in my reading of the Psalms

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praying the Psalms . . .
other times and places
cross my mind
and I am blessed
by God’s love
and care
once again

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Thy statutes have been my songs
in the house of my pilgrimage.

Psalm 119: 54 (KJV)

Ellen Grace Olinger