Tag: Patience

nothing could be

My poem is from May 2013.

nothing could be
more beautiful
than the trees
and their new leaves
beginning
except for when
they are in full
summer green
and then turn
their autumn colors
and then are their
wise winter selves
waiting for spring
again

Ellen Grace Olinger

Grace

gifts of small moments
when I read and write

in the middle of all
that happens every day

in our worlds
large and small

I am more than content
with what I have
and have achieved

goals revised
and rewritten for now

When my spirit
was overwhelmed within me,
then thou knewest my path.

Psalm 142: 3a (KJV)

Ellen Grace Olinger

country roads

country roads
signs of change
in the landscape
and sky

yard overgrown
with plants
for bees
and butterflies

so much can wait
one step at a time
so much gets done

Image: wpclipart

Ellen Grace Olinger

slowed down

how patiently

we wait
for one another

at the intersections
on the roads

in the store
at the check-out

slowed down

grateful for
this day

From my archives: July 2013
Ellen Grace Olinger

Forest Road courtesy of wpclipart.

we share the weather

we share the weather
and the seasons

no small things
to share

comfort of one season
following another

the cold will not last
and there will be Spring

today though
patience and great care

The furnace is working well, and the pipes are not frozen. Heat, water, shelter. Karl worked ahead with the grocery list. No plans at all to leave the house. Blessings where you are – take good care.

Ellen Grace Olinger

evergreen branches

evergreen branches
fill part of the sky
without the ash tree 

words that are tears
may be harder to write
and this is just fine

sometimes I read a poem
years later and remember
my emotions

do I revise the poem?
improve the craft?

sometimes yes
and the change
may be small

but only if I do not
lose the voice of the
person I was then

who wrote the poem

Thou tellest my wanderings:
put thou my tears into thy bottle:
are they not in the book? 
 

Psalm 56: 8 (KJV)

This is such a beautiful verse from the Psalms, and I wanted to quote again.  I have wandered too – needed to start over, begin again.  I can only imagine living where you grew up, or a career of  decades.  Or being a mother and grandmother.  There are many beautiful ways to live.  I know I am dependent upon the skills and gifts of others.  Good to both give and receive.  Say thank you as often as I can.

I am so grateful for the life I have been given.  Illnesses and health conditions I have known, still know, are now my teachers and friends.  A quiet life keeps me well, and blogs are the perfect way for me to create.  I have more fluency again.  Yet when I first learned, and other times, I might spend a few hours on a post that takes a few moments to read or view.   Or let posts rest for a time.  So far, my creativity always renews.  Patience is a part of the process.

When I can live in a way that offers silence and space for poems, the poems arrive in time.  I try to manage my time, so the poems feel welcome.  Daily dedication, and content with small steps.

December 2016
Poinsettia
December 2017

Thank you and blessings,
Ellen Grace Olinger