Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

  • Abandonment

    Abandonment

    In a couple of previous posts (February 2018), I described the time I had measles encephalitis when I was six going on seven. One of those posts includes a poem about the experience, “Hope was not a Loss”. In the other post “Measles Encephalitis”, I described the event and showed…

  • Praying for All Babies

    Praying for All Babies

      I am praying for the babies and children locked in cages with only what looks like tin foil as a blanket. And some have stopped eating. Some are being abused. Some are going insane and are so troubled they can’t even hug their mothers when reunited. I pray actions…

  • Mother-Father God

    Mother-Father God

    I wrote this poem to celebrate and bless the new home of some dear friends, the Hensley-Crouch family.

  • Grace

    Grace

    This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading…

  • To Heal

    To Heal

    To be mindful is to heal. Stay focused and decide To be whole Though critics say no. Fear is drought To the garden. Let thoughts wander past As breeze. May you be robust, lively, and flush, Blooming to your prime As rising sun Heating the soil For rain. May you…

  • Homo Sanctus Sanctus

    Homo Sanctus Sanctus

    At this time of year, when winter sets in and asks us to reflect on our lives, we may feel depressed and hopeless. This is the time of year when we face ourselves, for spiritual hibernation is required to lay the groundwork for new seed in the spring. Despair can…

  • Fall Flurries

    Fall Flurries

    Fall Flurries The autumn bounty of leaves falling like rain on summer’s worn garden mounting into sturdy bundles as we rake away this harvest into recreation for children bounding into the crisp pillows scattering with joy the frazzled bits of foliage into fresh ground for snow and angels’ wings. ©2018 Barbara…

  • Sunset

    Sunset

    Sunset Sun slumbering into snow dogs, Pin oaks guarding their leaves, Fading attachments to their caregiver, Eyes of moon, Skin of ash, Cramping fingers, Clinging to comfort with Their refuge in bitter wind. Leaves take to faith Though ripped from the branches And swept away for flight To earthen mulch.…

  • Join Me

    Join Me

    Join Me   Come, friends, Join me at the table. It’s time to retreat, To seek sanctuary, To cloister and rest In soul voice, Heart. Tis’ the season To mature spirit, To melt the ice of fear As we make a fire of gratitude With flames searing skyward In highest…

  • Shadow

    Shadow

    Shadow Shadow clings to me; I, to the Light. No angle to the sun Will rid me of Shadow. Shadow is tallest At highest Light, And dimmest At highest Night.   Freedom from Shadow Is an illusion. She is always over my shoulder and Hard to slap When she constantly…