Teacher, writer, poet, student, earthling; theopoetic acorn chewer, intent on uncovering meaning

Entering unexplored, dangerous territory

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Photo by Nariman Mesharrafa on Unsplash

I once saw a documentary
about underwater cave diving,
the most dangerous exploration.
The divers do not go alone.


Smooth Seas Make Bad Sailors

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On January 1, 2020, I awoke early and went outside to walk the length of my street in fresh snow as the dawn broke. I was glad that 2019 was done. It had been a difficult year for me as the only child of two very sick parents in a deeply fractured family. I made some significant and ultimately positive changes in my life that had created stress and upheaval in many ways. I often felt crushingly inadequate in meeting some of these challenges and I was navigating depression at a depth that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.


a poem offered near the close of this challenging year. . .

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Photo copyright Michelle Lane, 2019

Restoration


Poem and Reflection #4 in a series for Advent, 2020

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Photo copyright Michelle Lane, 2019

In the snowless, winter woods
all but the hardiest green is gone.
It gathers at the ground,
the vibrant moss


Poem and Reflection #3 in a series for Advent, 2020

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Photo copyright Michelle Lane, 2020

You left your sandals behind for the short walk
To the well with your earthen pitcher,
Small billows of dust with every step


Poem and Reflection #1 in a series for Advent, 2020

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photo copyright Michelle Lane, 2020

A few days ago, in the early hours,
I lifted the crucifix from this little altar
And gently placed it on the bookshelf next to me,
One that holds the words of poets.


A Poem and Reflection of Warming, Opening and Offering (#2 in a series for Advent, 2020)

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photo copyright Michelle Lane, December 2020

Solstice Prayer


Poetry

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Today
I woke up and stood
At the window,
Palms open,
And saw
The red fire of dawn
Slowly spreading,


A Poem offered in the wake of the November 30, 2020 Lunar Eclipse

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Photo by Ca Ku on Unsplash

Moments when bodies line up perfectly: sun earth moon
In syzygy, we see the shape of our own roundness moving
Over that dry and cratered surface, the sun at our back

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