Thursday, June 16, 2022


 Weather often surprises me. This morning I awoke to the deep rumble of thunder and the sputtering patter of rain. What a nice way to wake up. I love a gentle storm. 

I'm so thankful for the many surprises of nature: color, shape, texture, sound, temperature, taste, touch. Every day is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Every day a new show unfolds.

Sunsets are some of the best surprises. They're silence makes them easy to miss, but their deep vibrant colors and constant renewal can be awe inspiring. I recently watched one evolve on my way home from a shopping trip, each permutation more stunning than the last. If only I could have taken a video.

Today I offer you a little poem about sunsets. 

Things to do if You are a Sunset

Sneak in
Put on neon
Invite tickling bird flight
Hopscotch from cloud to cloud
Inspect your reflection on water
Flash one last surprise

- Karen Eastlund

Photo thanks to Don Evenson

I hope you find some dazzling surprises this week, or at least one little surprise. We're enjoying our small harvest of peas. Just six pea plants germinated, but they have produced a nice little harvest of fresh green crunchy sugar snap peas. We pick a few every day or two. Nothing better.

You can find the Poetry Friday gang at Michelle Kogan's.  Thanks for hosting, Michelle.

Image thanks to Linda Mitchell

Thursday, June 9, 2022

Celebrating the Little Things

 I can scarcely believe how fast the days go by. Who can keep up? And yet, I have moments of quiet, hours when I don't know what to do next, when I feel at loose ends. I try to take these hours as a gift, to let myself recalibrate, to let go of ongoing worries and just breathe.  Time to pray. 

This year I tried a few vegetables in my garden along with some flowers. Mixed reviews. 

Nasturtiums are still trying to find their place.  My sources suggest full sun, but leaves seem to burn.

One small tomato plant, my only one, had to be removed. I noticed leaves were yellowing, then some creature ate the top off. I pulled it out and planted another tomato in it's place. This time I put a chicken wire cage over it. 

Green beans were also munched in a few spots.  I'm experimenting, covering them with a thin mesh at night, uncovering during daylight. Tiny bugs are eating the leaves. Still, I love the pink of the blossoms and the hope of a few fresh green beans.

Today I celebrate parsley. I love it in scrambled eggs and salads.

Six pea plants grew from the 20 or so seeds that I planted. Germination rate was not great. I'm learning. The peas also are under a chicken wire cage to keep animals from eating them. I'll have a nice little harvest of sugar snap peas in a day or so, and I will celebrate a small victory. Woo hoo!

Below: witness the hope of next year's raspberries. This plant had a rough beginning, but now perks up.   

Thank you, God

for challenges 

for learnings 

for time to plant, write, pray

for future's pink buds

for each runner and vein of green growth

for pungency 

for crunch.

- Karen Eastlund

Thanks to Ramona for hosting today at Pleasures from the Page.

Monday, May 30, 2022

Grace Pierce's Diary - December 1928

The final month of 1928. This tells about my Grandma, Grace Pierce, visiting my parents in their home in Isle, MN on the shore of the huge Milles Lacs Lake. Isle is about 95mins north of Minneapolis by today's standards, but considerably longer by 1928 standards. 

I love her simile but I don't want to give it away. Watch for:  Nervous as ...  

Dec. 1, Saturday

We got up early & poked around in the dark & got started finally at 20 to 8. We got to Minneapolis at noon & started from there at 1-30 & went all right until after we left Anoka & had a puncture & at Elk River we had the tire fixed so didn’t get to Isle until after dark & the house was very cold. Margarette & I slept down stairs on the day bed. I was very tired and had a stiff neck.

Dec. 2, Sunday – Isle, MN

Very snowy & kept it up all night & all day. We all felt tired and got up late. We wrote letters & sat around all day and went to bed about 11. It certainly looks like winter and we were lucky to come up yesterday instead of today.

Dec. 3, Monday – Isle, MN

Very snowy. The sun shone a little while. I ironed until middle of afternoon. Doris cleaned up the house & went up town a little while. We saw many sleighs go by today and so many trucks loaded with Christmas trees. Emil hauled water with a sled in eve. & we worked on fancy work.

Dec. 4, Tuesday – Isle, MN

Nice and bright but very cold. Doris washed & mopped all the floors. I made some canned plums into preserves. I went up town to mail a letter right after dinner. In eve Emil went to basket ball practice until 9-30. Doris & I both worked on fancy work.

An example of fancy work by Grace Pierce

Dec. 5, Wednesday – Isle, MN

Another bright day but colder than yesterday. I went to post office after mail just after dinner & got a letter from Anita & a card from Eda Wade. I washed three storm windows to have ready to put on.

Dec. 6, Thursday – Isle, MN

Very nice and warmer. Our clothes weren’t dry so we didn’t iron yet. I went up to post office after mail and got a letter from Anita and poor little Marilyn isn’t much better. In eve Emil went to basket ball practice & got home a little after nine & then went down to restaurant and got some ice cream.

Dec. 7, Friday – Isle, MN

A beautiful day. Marion is a year old today. I went to post office again but didn’t get any thing for me. I ironed all forenoon & part of afternoon. Emil went to basket ball game at Ogilvie & got home about 12.

Dec. 8, Saturday – Isle, MN

A lovely day, very blustery in morning but got nice & warm before noon. We just did the work and worked on fancy work. I got a letter from Anita & one from Luella & one from Addie Cole & a card from Mrs. Price. I have my fancy work nearly done.

Dec. 9, Sunday – Isle, MN

Oh such a beautiful day. We got up late. Doris gave both kids a bath  & took one herself.  I washed my feet but that was as far as I got. I cut a chicken up & put it on to cook & Doris made date cakes. We had chicken noodles for dinner. After noon we went for a ride and saw a wolf in a wire cage that had been caught while they were deer hunting.

Dec. 10, Monday – Isle, MN

More beautiful than yesterday. We did a big washing and I mopped the porch & kitchen & Doris mopped dining room and pantry. I got letters from Anita & Hazel. After supper Doris and Emil went down to the store and I stayed here with the kids.

Dec. 11, Tuesday – Isle, MN

A cloudy frosty morning & sun shone for a while and then clouded over and was damp & rainy all day. I ironed and Doris went down town about 2 o’clock. I made an apple pie for dinner & Doris made a cake. Margarette went down to the store with Emil after school.

A few of Grandma Pierce's Pie Recipes

Dec. 12, Wednesday – Isle, MN

Very dark and dreary. I finished the ironing & Doris made a pie & I got fish ready for dinner. I got a letter from Anita with a $2.00 check in it & a letter from Add. Margarette & I went down town in afternoon and made some purchases.

I made a cape & hood for Margarette’s doll.

Dec. 13, Thursday – Isle, MN

Just as dark and cloudy as the other days this week. I made Margarette’s blue dress longer & put new pieces in her crazy quilt. I got a package from Sears and a letter from Luella. Doris went up to post office in afternoon but didn’t get her package she has been looking for since last Saturday.

Dec. 14, Friday – Isle, MN

Just as dark as yesterday and rained a little. Emil called Minneapolis this morning to see if the winter top to the car was done, but it won’t be done for a week so they won’t go down tonight. Margarette & I went to post office & store and went in Anheusers so she could see the toys. Marion cried hard about 4 o-clock in morning on account of having so much gas on her stomach.

Dec. 15, Saturday 

Very nasty morning. I got up a little after six & fixed my lunch and after breakfast Emil carried my suit case to bus station & I left Isle at 7-30 & got to Minneapolis at 11-15. I had dinner & went to a Woolworth Store near there & waited until I was as nervous as an oyster & left at 2. The roads were very bad part of the way & the big bus was loaded, about 25 in & we got to Rochester at 25 to 7 & left right away, but could only get as far as Canton as he doesn’t go any farther on account of bad roads. I stayed at Franks. Parnell Kimball carried my suitcase for me. I called home & Elmer is quite sick with flu. LuVerne & Anita are doing chores. This is the last day the bus runs from Rochester down until it freezes.

Dec. 16, Sunday

Got up about 7 at Franks & Raymond came after me with a team. Dr. Emmons stopped in about 5 o’clock to see Elmer. He is not in as much pain as yesterday. Clifford Pierce came after a horse Johnny Reinsvold bought. Louie Underbakke came up & threw down ensilage so LuVerne didn’t have to. Anita is about worn out tonight & she & LuVerne went to bed about 7-30 but I’m not as tired as I was last night.

The challenge of fountain pens...

Dec. 17, Monday

Not a very nice day, but we washed the white clothes & didn’t get through until after noon. Elmer is some better. I made a pie & scaled three fish. Ervin Leistikow came down and did nearly all the chores but milking & Anita & LuVerne did that. She sent to Canton with Louie U. for some things.

Dec. 18, Tuesday

A queer day. The sun shone by spells & it would be a regular blizzard.  In afternoon I washed the colored clothes. Ervin was here all day & cleaned barns & hen house. Elmer went out door a little while. Luella & Roger walked over and Raymond came after them. In eve I wrapped Christmas packages & got Leslie’s ready to send. It thawed a lot today so it was very slippery.

Dec. 19, Wednesday

Sun shone all day but it was cold. I ironed in afternoon. Elmer went out and helped with chores & LuVerne went home after school, the first he has since a week ago last night. Anita is busy with fancy work. I sent Leslie & Hazel and Thomas’ things today.

Dec. 20, Thursday - 2 below zero

Pretty cold and the wind blows a gale. Anita & Elmer went to Canton about 9-30 and got back a little after 11. I kept Marilyn. They had quite a time to start the car. Mrs. Peacock passed away about midnight.

Dec. 21, Friday

Much nicer than yesterday. Anita & Elmer went to Decorah and I went to Elsie’s and kept Marilyn. She was very good. They got back about 1-30. Elsie had club today so we didn’t get home until between 4 and 5. We had a flat tire coming home.

Dec. 22, Saturday

Quite cold & blustery. Elmer took a grist to Burr Oak with a team. We washed & I baked a fruit cake for Ladies’ Aid Food sale. I walked down to Louie’s with a package that Anita was to send to Margarette. He went to Decorah & took it there. Gladys Peacock called and told us when Mrs. Peacock’s funeral would be.

Dec. 23, Sunday

Much warmer. We went over to Stevie’s. Gene Headingtons were there too. In afternoon I went to Mrs. Peacock’s funeral. Alva, Clifford & Victor took me. Luella stopped here when they went home from Iona’s and I sent their presents over with her.

Dec. 24, Monday

Quite warm but cloudy. I ironed and made an apple pie. Raymond came over and helped Elmer butcher a hog and was here to dinner. Elmer went to Burr Oak with him and rode home with Leistikows. I got a lot of Christmas cards & Gerald and Margaret Moran’s pictures, also a letter from Doris and they won’t be down. Elmer went to tree at M.E. Church with Louis Underbakke.

Dec. 25, Tuesday

A lovely warm day. The most beautiful Christmas day I ever saw. I got very nice presents. A diary, silk bloomers & a box of candy from Anita, a pair of silk stockings, lovely box of stationery & silk bloomers from Luella, pillow cases & dresser scarf from Doris, a lovely portfolio of writing paper, box of candy & silk combination suit from Hazel & Leslie. We went over to Luella’s & were the only ones there except Willard Barth. Had a lovely dinner goose, chicken, & everything. About 5 o-clock Doris, Emil & kids came. Raymonds came over in eve & stayed until 11 o’clock.

Dec. 26, Wednesday

Nice in forenoon but clouded over at noon. Emil went to Spring Grove. I washed & made a fruit cake. In afternoon, Luella & kids came over while Raymond went on cream route. We were all so tired tonight so went to bed early. Margarette played out door in afternoon it seemed like October.

Dec. 27, Thursday

A beautiful day. We ironed and did a few odd jobs. Elmer was feeling bum but went down to Louie’s and helped stack stalks but came home early. Emil came down about 3 and Burnell was with him so Doris & kids went up with him & came back to Luella’s to supper about 7-30. Elmer was too sick to go over so I walked over about 5-30 so it was dark before I got there. We got home about 10-30.

Emil gave me a nice box of stationery so I am pretty well supplied.

Dec. 28, Friday

Not as nice as yesterday. Emil went to Spring Grove as soon as he had breakfast. Elmer is sick and Anita feels bum. Raymonds were all here to dinner & LuVerne stayed all night. I had to go down to Violet’s to get macaroni. Emil came about 6 o’clock. The wind is much colder tonight. Margarette played out door with Roger & LuVerne. We weighed Marilyn today and she weighed 20 lbs. She will be 9 months old tomorrow.

Dec. 29, Saturday

Much colder and quite a wind. I got up a little after five and Doris, Emil & kids got started about 20 to 8 and am afraid they will have a cold ride. Elmer doesn’t feel well at all and Anita isn’t very good. LuVerne went home for a while and came back just before dark. Raymond took feed to B.O. to get ground and brought groceries home.

Dec. 30, Sunday

Much warmer. Elmer feels about the same & Anita is worse. She has a cold. I made ice-cream. LuVerne went home about 11-30 and came back about 2-30. Nobody here all day. It was a very nice day. Marilyn didn’t feel very good either.

Dec. 31, Monday

Very dark and cloudy and a few snow flakes fell. Elmer’s head is a little better, and Anita feels some better and I have a backache and my head is stuffed up a little worse than usual. Elsie, Merle & Dean came over about 4-30 and brought some medicine for Elmer. It is much colder tonight. This is the last day of 1928.

Friday, May 20, 2022

A Bit Crazy

 After 16 days of renovation followed by a weekend with the grandkids (and grand dog) it has been a bit crazy here, but all in a good day. We've had a few days to breathe before this weekend's town-wide yard sale, which I signed up for because we've emptied closets and revisited toys and books and done some weeding. Necessary weeding. Overdue weeding. You know the kind...

The unexpected splash of color with this dumpster supports the fight against breast cancer

Full house! A grand time of games, music, movies, hugs, cookies and pickle wraps!  

Kids love making cookies with Papa Chris... and yes, she is standing on a chair...

What will they remember?

Cookies, no doubt
Chile topped with sour cream
Pickle wraps
Hugging through the scary parts of Harry Potter movies
Grace before meals - who said thy instead of these?
Sleeping three or four in a small room
Night lights
Corn hole
Naming plants in the garden
Piano duets
Endless games of hand and foot
Last hugs on the driveway...

- beginnings of a list poem
by Grandma Karen

Time to prepare for the yard sale.  I wish you could drop by...

Carmela hosts this week's Poetry Friday Roundup... please visit her here to see all the wonderful things happening in the children's poetry community, you won't want to miss her dandelion poem. Thanks so much for hosting, Carmela...

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Progressive Poem is HERE!

This is my first time participating in the annual Progressive Poem.  I signed up somewhat late in the game, and chose the penultimate line. Gutsy or naive? It's your call!  As my turn came closer I started scouting for lines that would fit. I agree with Tabatha that the poem seems less of a narrative and more about mood. It's atmospheric! So...

Ted Kooser is one of my favorite poets, and since I grew up in Nebraska I have always loved his poem "So This is Nebraska."  I have adapted a line or two from his poem for my addition in italics below.

And now... on to Michelle Kogan for the finale!


Where they were going, there were no maps.

   Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not today.

Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes!

   We have to go back. I forgot something.

But it’s spring, and the world is puddle-wonderful,

so we’ll whistle and dance and set off on our way.

Come with me, and you’ll be in a land of pure imagination.

Wherever you go, take your hopes, pack your dreams, and never forget –

 it is on our journeys that discoveries are made.

And then it was time for singing.

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky?

Suddenly, they stopped and realized they weren’t the only ones singing.

Listen, a chattering of monkeys! Let’s smell the dawn 
and taste the moonlight, we’ll watch it all spread out before us.

The moon is slicing through the sky. We whisper to the tree, 
tap on the trunk, imagine it feeling our sound.

Clouds of blue-winged swallows, rain from up the mountains,

Green growing all around, and the cool splash of the fountain.

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden,

a bright, secret, quiet place, and rather sad; 

 and they stepped out into the middle of it.

Their minds’ libraries and lightning bugs led them on.

The darkwood sings, the elderhist blooms, the sky lightens; listen and you will find your way home.

The night sky would soon be painted, stars gleaming overhead, a beautiful wild curtain closing on the day.

Mud and dusk, nettles and sky – time to cycle home in the dark. 

There are no wrong roads to anywhere

lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.

Standing at the fence of the cottage, 
    I hear the new note in the voices of the birds.

I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the message of my heart upward.

I make up a song that goes on singing all by itself

Surfing rivers of wind way up high . . . calling zeepzeepzeep in the sky,

blinking back the wee wonder of footprints, mouse holes, and underground maps.

I feel like waving... like dancing around on the road


1. The Imaginaries: Little Scraps of Larger Stories, by Emily Winfield Martin 
2. The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkien 
3. The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame 
4. Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech 
5. inspired by "[in Just-]" by E. E. Cummings 
6. "Pure Imagination" from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory 
7. Maybe by Kobi Yamada 
8. Sarah, Plain, and Tall by Patricia MacLachlan 
9. inspired by Disney songs "A Whole New World" from Aladdin and "Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas 
10. The Other Way to Listen by Byrd Baylor 
11. adapted from Cinnamon by Neil Gaiman 
12. adapted from The Magical Imperfect by Chris Baron 
13. adapted from On the Same Day in March by Marilyn Singer 
14. adapted from a line in Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson 1
5. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett 
16. Prince Caspian by CS Lewis 
17. The Last Cuentista by Donna Barba Higuera 
18. Kate DiCamillo's The Beatryce Prophecy 
19. The Keeper of Wild Words by Brooke Smith 
20. Last Child in the Woods by Richard Louv 
21. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster 
22. "Dance Me to the End of Love" by Leonard Cohen 
23. adapted from Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt 
24. A quote from Terry Tempest Williams in Birdology by Sy Montgomery 
25. adapted from "When I Was a Bird" by Katherine Mansfield 
26. Warbler Wave by April Pulley Sayre with Jeff Sayre 
27. a quote from the poem, "Reading in the Dark" from the book, "Please Bury Me In the library" by J. Patrick Lewis.
28. adapted from "So This is Nebraska" from Sure Signs: New & Selected Poems by Ted Kooser

And here are the wordsmiths who added lines:

April 1 Irene at Live Your Poem
2 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
3 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
4 Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading
5 Buffy at Buffy Silverman
6 Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone
7 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
9 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
11 Janet Fagel at Reflections on the Teche
12 Jone at Jone Rush MacCulloch
13 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe
14 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
15 Carol Labuzzetta @ The Apples in my Orchard
16 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
17 Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken Town
18 Patricia at Reverie
19 Christie at Wondering and Wandering
20 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
21 Kevin at Dog Trax
22 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
23 Leigh Anne at A Day in the Life
24 Marcie Atkins
25 Marilyn Garcia
26 JoAnn Early Macken
27 Janice at Salt City Verse
28 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
29 Karen Eastlund at Karen’s Got a Blog
30 Michelle Kogan Painting, Illustration, & Writing

It's another Poetry Friday.  Join the poetic fun at Jone Rush MacCulloch's blog.  Jone is sharing a beautiful morning poem written this month, and other poets will be linked to her blog. YOU are welcome...

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Depending on Ditties... and an Alaskan memory

 Our renovation projects are underway! Hooray! It's a happy Poetry Friday at our house.

Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes for encouraging me to use ditties to get me through this planned time of upheaval. Her comment helped me remember this ditty which I wrote after a trip to Alaska.

We were on Glacier Bay when the seagulls found us. This photo shows the approach of one gutsy scavenger. I wish I could have snapped another photo during the getaway, but the bird was fast, and I may have been laughing!

The Heist

Gray wings swoop

Yellow eyes snoop

Orange bill scoops

Golden brown cookie

Who's the loser?

© Karen Eastlund

Sunset on the last night on our ship... great memories!

Today is another Poetry Friday gathering. You can learn about Poetry Friday at this link:

Thanks to Margaret Simon for hosting today at Reflections on the Teche. 
She shares the 2022 Progressive Poem.

Friday, April 15, 2022


 Hello friends... just to let you know that my house will be in a state of confusion for a while as we are having renovations done.  We have been needing to get this work done, and I am pleased that it is finally going to happen. Who cares if there is hubbub and mess in the process?

Right now I'm taking a break from packing up books... a big job. My dear books!!! 

Anyway, I'll be following the rest of you when I can. I'm really very lucky to get all this work done, so it's just a matter of getting through it. 

How will we do this? Let me count the ways
First the depth and breadth and height 
Of the upper bath, the neediest of sites
Then insulation and paint all over the place

(Please forgive me Elizabeth B. Browning...)

It is National Poetry Month, as well as another Poetry Friday. Join the celebration at Matt's Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme  He has a wonderful interview with author Leslie Bulion. Thanks for hosting today, Matt! 

Friday, April 8, 2022

A Poem for Holy Week

 Next week will be Holy Week in the Christian Church, so I decided to share this poem which I wrote recently. It begins with the phrase "I bind unto myself." I found this phrase in a book of Celtic Prayer from the Northumbria Community, and it spoke to me. I hope is might speak to you as well.

thanks to George Berberich at Unsplash

I bind unto myself today
the cardinal's cheer
that greets the dawn
the patient wren
upon its nest
the yellow shaft of
flicker's plume

I bind unto myself today
all those who suffer
near or far
who need a cure or
home or food
I offer up for them
my prayer

I bind unto myself today
the power of words 
to foster peace
the strength of words
to counsel, claim
to comfort 
and to teach

I bind unto myself today
the treasures of the psalms
Create in me a heart
Oh Lord
to walk your path
to know your calm

© Karen Eastlund

It's Poetry Friday every Friday!!! 
Join the gang at Janice Scully's Salt City Verse.
Janice shares some stunning verses from At The Pond,
by David Elliot.
Thank you, Janice!!!

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

I bind unto myself this day

Welcome to Spiritual Journey Thursday. Today I'm delighted to host this group of spiritual pilgrims. The focus this month is to consider what we bind ourselves to in our spiritual journeys. 

Although this prompt was my idea, I found it to be a challenge. I listed a number of ideas, but couldn't find the key to writing about them. Finally I settled on this: I bind myself to prayers for truth. Then I remembered a story... 

It was early spring, quite a number of years ago, when I put a display of seeds on the science table in my classroom of 4-year-olds: mustard seeds, orange seeds, beans, peas, the outer shell of a coconut, pinecones, and some cattails. We would explore the various seeds and talk about them. I announced at our morning meeting..."There are seeds on the science table. See if you can tell what kinds they are. Look for the coconut shell and the cattail." 

When the meeting ended, we dispersed to various activities throughout the room.

Quite soon, I was confronted by a boy with a serious, almost angry, look on his face. He thrust the cattail toward me and demanded, "Is THIS from a real cat?"

I caught my breath! Oh no! Yes, his question was funny, but I knew I dared not smile. His face told me I was in serious trouble, and I had to respect his strong emotion. I realized I could do nothing but offer apology after apology, followed by one explanation and another. And, it took quite a few of both before I finally regained his trust. 

I remember being both embarrassed and amused, but also, I felt considerable respect for him that day.  At the tender age of four, he had resolutely confronted me and conducted a serious search for truth. 

I hope he continues that practice today.

A classroom memory...

The search for truth is a vital discipline, and I find it a hard job in our world. In many instances we can't actually know the truth, so where do we put our trust? How can we make decisions?  At times I have trusted something or someone that was not trustworthy. Or I made a false assumption because it was convenient. Without a doubt there is plenty of work ahead of me as I continue to pray toward truth and discernment. 

I join you all in prayers for peace in all interactions of life: within families, work environments, social arenas, politics, and between nations. You and I know of war and rumors of war in the world in many places. I pray that we might be agents of reconciliation. I bind unto myself a prayer for peace.

I tried some verses to express further thoughts...

I bind unto myself today
the cardinal's cheer
that greets the dawn
the patient wren
upon its nest
the yellow shaft of
flicker's plume

I bind unto myself today
all those who suffer
near or far
who need a cure or
home or food
I offer up for them
my prayer

I bind unto myself today
the power of words 
to foster peace
the strength of words
to counsel, claim
to comfort 
and to teach

I bind unto myself today
the treasures of the psalms
Create in me a heart
Oh Lord
to walk your path
to know your calm

© Karen Eastlund

Feel free to join this group in your own Spiritual Journey. Please just post your link in the comments and I'll watch as I can throughout the day and round up your links the old fashioned way. 

Blessings to all in this beautiful season of renewal. 

Linda Mitchell writes of trust at

Carol Varsalona shares poetic thoughts at

Margaret Simon posts of feeling unbound at

Ramona remembers hymns at

Chris Margocs has an interesting insight at

Denise shared her favorite words from the hymn I Bind Unto Myself Today:

Ruth sends a poem of her current dreams at There's No Such Thing as a God Forsaken Town

Thursday, March 24, 2022

Welcoming Spring

I have two spring poems for you this week.

It occurred to me to share my winning limerick from March/April 2017 Saturday Evening Post limerick contest. Submitted limericks must respond to a provided visual from the Saturday Evening Post front page archives. The image for this particular contest was from the March 7th, 1925 edition of the magazine, provided by Paul Stahr, entitled "Kissing Winter Goodbye." It made a great prompt.  My limerick is as follows:

A nymph in the first blush of spring
Spied a snowman and fancied a fling
But her kiss was his last
He was melting, and fast
While pondering love and its sting.

If you like writing limericks to a visual prompt, I recommend this contest. Learn more at this link:

The second poem was also written to a visual prompt.  Below is a beautiful flower called bloodwort, a member of the poppy family with a bright red root. More about lovely bloodworts here.  Laura Shovan provided the photo for Margaret Simon's weekly challenge "This Photo Wants to Be a Poem," and it prompted me to write the following:

A dainty face peeks
beneath a bleached linen cap
angel feather gown

© Karen Eastlund

I hope you've enjoyed these nods to spring. Aren't we glad it's here?  

Thanks to the amazing Amy Ludwig VanDerwater for hosting today. She is writing poems based on proverbs.  Maybe you want to try that also! Find her post and links to all the participants at The Poem Farm  Have fun writing, and have a good week.