Spring Poetry Series

The Sufi poet Rumi reminds us that, “There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; There are a thousand ways to come home.”

This month, I have been paying greater attention to the things that call me home ~  to myself, my family, my community and the planet. I will share one observation (one poem)  per day for the next week. Perhaps they will help you notice what calls you home.


Stand in awe. A flock

Of cedar waxwings descends.

I am surrounded.

Their delight and mine

Converge here this bright morning.

They have found seed pods.

I have found wonder

Welcomed to their community 

Stunned by their presence.

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