In a season of fullness, to scale back requires faith and work; freedom to fully see. This Haiku was birthed during an online Advent Retreat (put on by Abbey of the Arts).
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At the Supermarket/The Fish
At the Supermarket By Jen Grieshaber (American; b 1976 – ) I stopped in the fruit section and picked up a banana. Anxious shoppers whizzed by, sending shivers of refrigerated air over my arms. Other more fastidious shoppers paused to mull over the weeks selection of produce. In the cold glare of the fluorescent bulb, … Continue reading
Why so glum, Judas, I presume?
Why so glum, Judas, I presume? Sitting at the table, such a lonely countenance You have only to lift your eyes to your friend, breaking bread with you; open your eyes to the very bread of life. Why so glum, Judas, I wonder? So near to love, yet with a pout and scowl You … Continue reading
White Crane
Bark, tough and earthy under my palm thick skin – you’ve got a decade on me and scars, visible in each bump and crag. Eye and heart, drawn to a wound hidden gracefully in green boughs, wide enough for my finger and I cannot feel the bottom. Cracks radiate pain and consequence outward. … Continue reading
Medium
“I’m not little, I’m medium!” with feet planted, you declare to those at the playground who would exclude the ‘little brother.’ Big squeezes, kisses rain upon your cheeks, rosy from outside play. Big squeeze, big squeeze, then: “Daddy, that’s too hard! I’m medium.” Dogs on leashes, small dogs – these don’t frighten the medium … Continue reading
Politics/When in Rome
Politics by Jen A. Grieshaber If I’m elected, I promise to work for the good of all… (especially my close friends …and my bank account) and to work to increase jobs in our hometown (unless there is a strike or picket, you know how annoying those things are!) and to provide a safe place for … Continue reading
A Little Note
A Little Note I have taken the earrings from on your dresser. They are probably expensive and sentimental. But don’t worry, I will try to be careful with them. —- Jennifer Anne Grieshaber This is a poem I wrote in high school, as part of the capstone assignment my senior year. I emulated several of … Continue reading
Amos Wilder Poem: Wedding
Yesterday, I was on my way to visit my…well, technically my step-grandmother-in-law, but since that’s a mouthful, I just call her Bubby Lola. She lives in a town about two hours away, and I found myself driving and listening to the Interdenominational Protestant Service of Worship at Marsh Chapel (part of Boston University, streamed on NPR). Wedding, a … Continue reading
beckoning
in the soft part of the night as i am alone and dark my heart hears yours and soul to soul we whisper secret longings and cry silent tears across my cloudy soul, over the dew dripped plains of my insides the rays of sunlight fall and i am shaken to depths beyond reach … Continue reading
The Ordinary Tree
The Ordinary Tree 6:25 am and we sit in the chapel bleary eyed with sleep, psalm after psalm and outside the open window with the icons perched precariously is a tree. The leaves warrant not more than a passing glance – just plain old green with a few crab apples, not even good for flinging, … Continue reading
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