Showing posts with label celebration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebration. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

To Your Health

October 29


To Your Health

Health is a pleasure; health restored is celebration girded with gratitude.  The shock of illness quickly imbeds itself to an irrefutable unchangeable fact.  When this veil is lifted the body responds with glee, the soul with relief touched with disbelief.  The satisfaction of being hale is the bedrock and once this is shaken its return is nothing more than astonishing.  I am never more aware of the miraculous nature of life than when I feel alive once more after having felt the doom of sickness.


Throw out ancestral trash

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QUILTER

What more comfort can exist in the world
Than a conglomeration of turned edges and love?
Fancy stitches or not the assembled world of cloth
Stands testament to devotion and diligence.

Careful collections, meaningful to the collector
And mysterious to the possessor,
Fulfill the primal urge to shelter and be safe.
Time is testimony to endurance.

Thread against thread,
Solidarity is strength embracing flexibility.
The bed of life is made and remade daily
With the affection of kind quilters needles of love.


You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Burning with Desire

August 27

Burning with Desire

You cannot stop the flames from licking me by telling me I am not on fire. For some reason you do not perceive the flames; you do not know fire. I cradle the desperate hope that you will recognize the ashes when the burn is done. By then it is too late for rescue, but the field is then wide open for regret. Resplendent is what I thought I was before the fire broke out. Now I feel like a misunderstood mansion torched to make way for a Walmart.

Dream your own dreams

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FUNK & WAGNALL’S BACK PORCH

Bottoms come sealed in envelopes

From unknown accountants.

Amazing how many nominees and how few winners.

The audience filled with past recipients

Hold their collective breaths.

They pray for this year’s finalist

And pray a bigger prayer

Of thanks to this years donors,

The ones who prove with their lives

That it hasn’t gotten better out there.

The speeches are the same.

A gratitude list and maybe a punch line.

The smiles and tears fresh but familiar.

When the lights go out on this night,

The days of diligence begin once again

So no one need loose their seat

And we can all celebrate here next year together.