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The Fallen Elm Poem by John Clare – Poem Hunter

The Old Elm
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made –
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root –
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid[ ]

Source: The Fallen Elm Poem by John Clare – Poem Hunter

See Also Other John Clare Poems

Round the Fire – John Chuchman

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Remember the time

when the sun went down

and the only source of light we had

other than the changing moon

and firmament of stars

was

Fire?

No?

For millions of years,

we sat around fires,

gazing into the flames and embers

with cold and darkness at our backs,

as if in silent meditation.

The Fire

was a comfort to us,

a source of heat,

a source of light,

a source of protection;

dangerous,

but with care,

controllable.

The Fire

gave us relaxation

at the end of the day;

in its warm flickering light,

we could tell stories,

talk about the day,

or just sit Silently

seeing the reflection of our minds

in the ever-changing flames

and magical glowing embers.

The Fire

made the darkness bearable,

and helped us feel secure and safe,

calming, reliable, restoring,

meditative and necessary.

Unfortunately

this ritual of Fire

has disappeared

from our everyday lives

and with it

almost all opportunities

to be still.

 

So, join me,

Up North on Torch Lake

sitting around the Fire,

or wherever you are,

Being Present in the Moment,

not trying to get anywhere,

simply dwelling in our thoughts and feelings,

that in a simpler time,

people found in

Sitting Around the Fire.

John Chuchman received 2nd March 2018

John’s Website: www.sacredtorch.com

John’s Blog: https://sacredtorch.blogspot.com

John’s Books: https://www.amazon.com/John-Chuchman/e/B002BLJKAW

 

In Silence and solitude – John Chuchman

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As uncomfortable

as our society seems to be

with silence,

I gain much

from it,

with it,

in it.

In silence,

I gain

a deeper consciousness of  myself.

I often find out what’s really going on

within me

and sometimes even find answers to questions

troubling me.

In solitude,

I gain

a deeper attunement to nature,

discovering an awe and wonder

at the beautiful gift

of creation.

Solitude affords me

 a deeper relationship with the transcendent

(the numinous, the divine, the spiritual)

beyond the noisy man-made limits

of religious doctrine, dogma, rules, regulations, rites, and rituals.

Silence

increases my creativity,

providing me nuggets of wisdom

from nowhere,

which inspire and excite me.

In solitude

I find an increased sense of freedom,

not bound by noisy harangues.

I have found that

the correlation

between good ideas

and non-stop talkers

to be

less than zero.

It seems that

life’s stumbling blocks

can only be turned into

stepping stones

in

silence.

Kind permission to share this with you: John Chuchman received Thu, 4 Jan 2018


John’s Website: www.sacredtorch.com

 

Time

 

Time, paused between the clicks of the second hand,

Clock on the toilet door,

In front of me

Hanging…

Hanging on every thought in me

I wouldn’t be long sitting on it…

To let, 200 dollars a week it clicked, tick tock…

Said the grandfather clock,

Antiques Roadshow…,

Material from another age, standing in someone’s hall

How long ago was this?

As long as a tick is from a tock

22nd may 2012

Andrew Blair

Photo prompt round-up – Mists – #writephoto

Mists

*

Vision under stress
Clouded by survival’s needs
The seen is unseen
Unnoticed by conscious sight
Beauty passes unremarked

*

Eyes turning inward
Seeking the unsolvable
Fixate on madness
Moments slide into the mist
Their gifts unlooked-for refused

*[ ]

Source: Photo prompt round-up – Mists – #writephoto

Thanks-by John Chuchman

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I give thanks for love;
It brings me significance, meaning,
and love in return.

I give thanks for truth;
It brings me guidance and direction.

I give thanks for compassion;
It brings me and others help and comfort,

I give thanks for courage;
It brings me stability and strength.

I give thanks for kindness;
It brings me sustenance and meaning.

I give thanks for setbacks;
Their hidden meaning brings me opportunity for growth.

I give thanks for people: family, friends, and others;
In relationship with them,
I reach the fullness of my humanity.

I give thanks for forgiveness;
it brings freedom.

I give thanks for beauty displayed in the earth.
It brings me joy and delight.

I give thanks for humor;
It brings perspective to my life.

I give thanks for Being;
Without it,
I am nothing.