Tag: Love

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.


reading Psalms
in the sunroom
fragrance of daffodils


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


rereading Psalms
colors of leaves
a deeper gold


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


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


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


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

Psalm 119: 54 (KJV)

Ellen Grace Olinger

Daily Prompt: Cherish


I cherish memories of the caregiving years with my mother and family.  I could not imagine blogs then.  My mother often asked, “Are you writing?”  She was called Home in 2004.

Grateful for a quiet Christmas this year.

And I have to review my archives to remember all I have written since the caregiving years.  One day at a time, and also trust for the “big picture” over time.


Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,

(Published in Bell’s Letters Poet No. 115, Jan. 2006.)


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Ellen Grace Olinger

January 5

January 5 and today is my father’s birthday.

Poems For My Parents

Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

Poems published in Bell’s Letters.

for Harold and Enola Borgh

“Memory on the Menu”

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Memory on the Menu is the WordPress prompt today. “Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?”

One of the reasons haiku is good for me is because it helps me focus on the present tense, which is where we live and where we create new memories for the future.

My memories have changed over time as well.  I still remember hard situations, yet also see the gifts of love and beauty God gave to help me endure; and as I served as a caregiver in my family every weekend for many years.  Those are sweet memories now, though I also remember in a real way.  I could read haiku when other kinds of reading were impossible.  I love the chapbooks crafted with love.  Not too much on one page.

Seeing something beautiful outside the window, that we might have missed otherwise, transforms the day.  The roses I picked yesterday fill the house with fragrance, and I only picked a few flowers.

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1 Corinthians 13 says that love is the most important; more than knowledge, for example.  Every once in awhile, I understand a tiny bit more.  In the meantime, I pray, cook, blog, take photos, and create those new memories.  I love simple everyday life.

A winter poem, which is mostly a quote:

window partly
covered with snow
brings to mind
words ancient and true

For now we see
through a glass darkly;

but then face to face:

now I know in part;
but then shall I know

even as also
I am known.

1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV) 
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The photo is by Karl, a favorite from another year.
Blessings, Ellen