
Give us this day our daily bread.
Matthew 6: 11 (KJV)
Old poem:
clouds and yet
enough light
to fill a jam jar
with the last
of the carnations

Give us this day our daily bread.
Matthew 6: 11 (KJV)
Old poem:
clouds and yet
enough light
to fill a jam jar
with the last
of the carnations
Through the decades, with volunteer work and other work, and with many good teachers and staff, I taught classes from early childhood to nursing home settings. I think a lot about the challenges for education now.
In April 2013, I began Poems For Bulletin Boards, and am adding new posts. You are welcome to use my poems in your lessons and art projects, with a simple credit for my work. Something I can offer.
I hope someone may think, “I can write too.” Perhaps a young writer, or someone in a nursing home who may be a new poet. All ages.
During my mother’s last illness, I read aloud to her. Authors she remembered, the Psalms, new poetry, and the news were part of our days. I called this time “islands of time.” They grew smaller and shorter, and much more care was needed, yet they last in my memory and were real. Also good to simply rest. Grateful for all who cared for my parents, and my Care Team now.
My mother taught English composition and literature, and my father taught history. I love to learn, and their great gift to me.
Take good care. When life changes in one way, it can grow in other ways. I am grateful to be home.
We reached 500 Posts at Poems For Bulletin Boards.
And two photos that are new for me today.
I looked at my “Stats for 2019.” After “Home page/Archives” my acrostics for Reading, Library, and Rain are the most read poems.
We are grateful for all the readers, from so many countries, who visit the blog. Thank you and blessings for the New Year and always.
R est
E ducate
A dmire
D ream
I nspire
N ew
G oals
READING
L ove of literature
I nspires countless
B eautiful hours of
R eading many
A uthors, and sometimes
R ereading beloved books
Y early
LIBRARY
WestWard Quarterly, Fall 2018
R efresh and renew
A ppreciate the plants in all their stages
I nvite new dreams as we age and life changes
N ever without Hope
RAIN
Ellen Grace Olinger
almost dawn
small pink poinsettia
waits by the window
years
generations
stories
told
in many
ways
how love
may change
yet endures
a barge with lights
travels our great lake . . .
thoughts and prayers
for those with thoughts
of home
reading
the Christmas story
sounds
of carpenters
at work
Image: wpclipart
Poems are from my archives.
Ellen Grace Olinger
L ove
E verlasting
N ot
T emporary
This is a favorite poem that is reread often. Thank you.
how lovely
to have books around
and journals too
I create still life
arrangements that
change often
keep a book by my side
for company even
when I cannot read
trust the mystery
of who to read
and when
the words I need today
the words I needed then
Ellen Grace Olinger
Photo by Karl
Oostburg, Wisconsin
August 2018