We Are Wilderness: John Muir
In these fearfully uncertain times, when “self-isolating” and “social distancing” send us into defensive self-protection, the wise and wild words of Muir echo through the fresh, healthy mountain air. As…
Tag: poetry
Contentment
Now and then I post a poem–or hang a poem on this post. This one was composed, composted, in one of my favorite sanctuaries: Point Reyes National Seashore in Northern…
Autumn Poem
I don’t write much poetry any more, and I never liked rhyming much, but here’s something in honor of the new season. Because sometimes poetry is the best language, if…
Visiting the Whitman House and Grave
Very meaningful visit to the great poet’s home and gravesite in Camden, NJ. Original items in the house include Walt’s rocking chair and writing desk.
Walt Whitman at 200
Whitman was born 200 years ago this month (May 31, 1819). Today’s column in the Citizen-Times (page one; page two) presented his resounding voice as it needs to be heard, calling…
The Silent Skipping Stone
I don’t write many of these things called “poems.” In part inspired by the loss of Mary Oliver yesterday, I re-post this piece from a few years ago. The Silent…
When a Poet Dies: Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver’s poetry was scattered through years of my chaplaincy, often read by a person on the street at a memorial for one of their friends. I think it…
