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Poem for a Friday

OUR NEIGHBORS' FORSYTHIAWe can't help but pity her, tamed as she is, shorn down to the stout yellow heart of herself. In other yards her sisters froth and spark, vivacious, effervescing beyond the chain- link. Out in the world it is April. Here by the door of apartment 1A she is pretty and safe...

On Miracles, #4: A Poem

POEM FOR EASTER SUNDAYI know the sun does not need convincing. I know we did not will it out of the cold today with our praying and singing, our shivering patience. I know that the sun was not waiting for us to say please before revealing the old perfection of its bright yolk. I...

On Miracles, #2: A New (and Old) Attention

It was Roo who saw it first, melting down the sidewalk on the first warm day in April."Look, Mommy," he said. He pointed at his feet, at the half-frozen ice cream bar some stranger had dropped outside the convenience store. "Look! A rainbow." And it...

On Miracles, #1: To Be Amazed

A memory: one spring afternoon when I am seven years old, my friend Tammy and I find a baby robin in her driveway, fallen from its nest. It flaps and shudders weakly on the pavement between her parents' sagging Oldsmobile sedans, gaping its pale beak...

On Love, #5: Carry Me Through

This is what I remember: that they kept the lights on all time, for our safety. That it smelled brightly and sickeningly of the peppermint disinfectant they used to swab the dingy floor. That we were not allowed fingernail clippers or caffeine. That for a...

On Love, #4: Metta

Last week, in my post about spiritual practice for preschoolers, I mentioned that our family "says lovingkindness" nightly. This week, my wife Audra writes about how metta works for us...

On Love, #3: Preschoolers and the Power of Ritual

It's Q & A Monday here at Think Sacred! The question:Dear Jen,I have a newborn and it's been a tough adjustment for my three year old. She used to have all of mommy and daddy's attention and now she has to share it. Any suggestions...

On Love, #2: Do Family

From the outside, ours looks like a household of three. In truth it's closer to forty-three: one Mommy, one Mama, one toddler, and the many, many special stuffed animals and blankets that make up the "lovey crew."Like the people who live here, each lovey has...

On Love, #1: Abide with Me

Roo is turning three this week. Before dinner now he always wants me to play trucks: to help him line up every small vehicle we own in the precise, evenly-spaced rows that make up "the parking lot of New York City," or the snaking lines...