Ellen Grace Olinger
books and music
from over the years
live on these shelves
even if I don’t
reread or listen again
somehow their
healing influence
is in these words
I enjoyed donating some boxes of books and poetry journals this year, and plan a Christmas donation with a few music CDs.
Ellen Grace Olinger
Lake Michigan
October 12, 2015
garden after rain
leaves on wood path
and red begonia
Ellen Grace Olinger
Creative Note:
I received the Fall 2021 Pinyon Review: Limited Edition, Hand-Sewn.
Susan Entsminger is Editor.
Welcome to tinywords 21.2 is a new post at TINYWORDS haiku & other small poems.
perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother
the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital
window
I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too
most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still
From the Psalms:
Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.
Psalm 131: 1 – 2
treetops
with gold leaves
whispering
in mild winds
“Unto thee,
O LORD,
do I lift up
my soul.”
Psalm 25: 1
