Credo

I can only tell you what I believe; I believe:

I cannot be saved by foreign policies.

I cannot be saved by the sexual revolution.

I cannot be saved by the gross national product.

I cannot be saved by nuclear deterrents.

I cannot be saved by aldermen, priests, artists,

plumbers, city planners, social engineers,

nor by the Vatican,

nor by the World Buddhist Association,

nor by Hitler, nor by Joan of Arc,

nor by angels and archangels,

nor by powers and dominions,

I can be saved only by Jesus Christ.

 
 
Daniel Berrigan (born 1921)

LOUISA

Louisa will help.



Words have dried up



In this desert of paper



Will I ever awake



And find the next caper?



Of course , it will come



You have Louisa to help



Your brain isn’t numb



And the files are not vapor.



So busy yourself



Get your fingers typing



Get down from the shelf



Take Louisa in hand



She will guide you back home



To finish Fruitlands.




JANE NEALE


Written while writing about an imaginary visit with Louisa May Alcott

The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right

Flowers will never grow

In the spring.



The place where we are right

Is hard and trampled

Like a yard.



But doubts and loves

Dig up the world

Like a mole, a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

Where the ruined

House once stood.


Yehuda Amichai

WANDERING THOUGHTS

ONE OF THE LASTING IMPRESSIONS I HAVE

OF THE HOLOCAUST

IS A SHORT FILM

OF A YOUNG BOY

SITTING ON A TABLE

SHAKING

SHIVERING

HE WAS BEING SUBJECTED

TO REPEATED BLOWS

ON THE HEAD

TO STUDY THEIR EFFECTS

HE WAS A JEW

A NON-PERSON

USELESS AS A STONE

THROWN IN A LAKE

RINDS OF MELON

THROWN IN THE GARBAGE

TOOLS TO BE USED

TILL THEY BREAK

THEN DISCARDED

IT WOULD BE NICE TO THINK

THAT IT HAPPENED

IN ANOTHER PLACE

IN ANOTHER TIME

BUT IT’S HAPPENING NOW

AND HAS HAPPENED NOW

WHILE DIVES DINES

LAZARUS DIES

LIKE A PIECE OF PAPER

A TOY OF THE WIND

PLAYED WITH

THEN FORGOTTEN

WHEN WILL YOU COME

LORD JESUS

WHEN WILL YOU COME

TO RESCUE US FROM OURSELVES

TO GIVE DIGNITY TO DIRT

WATER TO DRY LAND

VISION TO THE BLIND

DREAMS TO THE DUNG HEAP

AWARENESS OF THE NEEDS OF OTHERS

AND A HELPING HAND

FRANK A VOLLMER

THINK ABOUT IT

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty. Mother Teresa

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty. Mother Teresa

BRAIN ON VACATION?

NO MOTIVATION?



LOOK OUT THE WINDOW



AVOID THE BLACK SHADOW



GET OUT OF THAT BLOCK



JOIN THE FLOCK



FLY UP TOWARD THE SUN



DON’T MISS THE FUN



GET THE WORDS FLOWING



THE POEM IS GROWING



LET’S WRITE TO THE END



THEN SEND IT TO A FRIEND.







BLOCK IS GONE!!

 
JANE NEALE

The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right

Flowers will never grow

In the spring.



The place where we are right

Is hard and trampled

Like a yard.



But doubts and loves

Dig up the world

Like a mole, a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

Where the ruined

House once stood.



Yehuda Amichai