What I’ve Learned From A Heron

This past week, I went for a short hike to a local park and was treated to the sight of our resident heron. This persistent and resilient hunter is a frequent guest at the base of the falls. It’s patience and skill never fails to impress me. I mean, that water is freezing! Not to mention the current and slippery rocks, but that sucker will defy it all and win its dinner.

You rock, buddy!

To show my respect, I’ve crafted a short poem about what I’ve learn from this winged wonder.

Standfast against life’s undertows  

its frigid currents froth with rabid circumstance

eroding some foundations

burying dreams with oozing muck

Cement your grip against the blows

ignore the quips and bites of those afraid to dance  

steel away past frustrations

do not count on simple luck  

Dig in and eye the prize below  

penetrate the roiling surface and take a chance

the waves hide liberation

Heron you render me awestruck

Here We Celebrated.

I can say with great confidence that we’re all weary of COVID and the toll it has taken on so many areas of life.

Yesterday, in spite of everything, in spite of a young girl’s fear that the celebration of her eleventh birthday would be confined to the virtual world, a small family gathering took place at our home. Social distancing was respected, and my beautiful daughter had a chance to safely bask in the love of her three-dimensional family. However, physical touch outside of immediate family was a no-go.

I composed a short poem to reflect on what has been the experiences of so many.

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They came! Pure joy, bright smile, Grandma! Grandpa!

Air hug, squeeze tight, baby girl, please stay safe!

Can they play? I miss the swing, push me high!

Too close, I know, will my heart ache forever?

Daddy, I am glad, but sad, it hurts so bad.

Please play with me. We’ll catch a butterfly.

Leave the net, and step away, so they can see.

Daddy, you are holding me! I’m not a bug.

Who wants a bug when there’s an angel to hug?

Do you recall, Ancient One?

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Eyes fogged by cataracts of dust and grime

Rusted tears of neglected shame.

Those you’ve sheltered stolen by time

No one left to recall your master’s name.

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Those skillful hands that built your shell, now rest beneath the soil.

Yet cursed with an extended life, you’re forced to endure each era alone.

Generations came and went, until the day that final breath came in toil.

The final master was carried away, and hence forth, you’ve been silent as a stone.

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They gathered round your flaming hearth, to sing, laugh, and love

Stockings hung on Christmas past, enticing children to behave.

Can you still hear them, ancient one? Into your structure are those memories wove?

What of the one who wore this brace? To its support, was he a slave?

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Swept towards Eternity

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Swiftly swept – no say have we; For time’s torrent waits not for thee. Youth flows post-haste – Looks will flee. The soul remains for eternity.

Love is all – the rest’s fool’s gold. Guard thy tongue and don’t let it scold. Warm thy heart’s core – Don’t grow cold. For Heaven awaits with joys untold.