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Tag: Believe

Find a Penny


As I payed my parking meter
you passed behind me
then stopped,
and doubled back three feet
to pick up a penny
from the sidewalk.
Embarrassed, you smiled sheepishly
and apologized
though you’d done me no wrong.
“I don’t really believe in it, but…”
your voice trailed
as you clutched your prize.
I smiled back and hoped
that you did believe
that all that day
you’d have good luck.




As a girl of seven,
Easter meant a new dress
sewn by my mother,
and coloring eggs
then hunting them
with a bright basket
full of plastic grass,
a shade of green
not found in nature,
and a chocolate rabbit
whose toes I nibbled,
revealing its hollow center.

As I grew away
from Catholic faith,
the bunny’s hollowness
became for me
the meaning of the day.

As a young woman of twenty-seven,
I mocked faith
and the faithful
having lost my brother
in a watery crash
the year before.
He did not rise again
with the blooming of lilies,
the waving of palms,
or the singing of psalms.
And I had no use
for the mystery
of the resurrection.

As I survived the hardships
of disappointment, divorce,
and other losses
my hardened heart cracked open
letting in the light.

Then as a woman of forty-seven,
I filled plastic eggs
with chocolate treats
and hid them
just to see the delight
in children’s eyes
and once again believe
in the renewal of the Universe,
and the Wonder,
and the Joy,
and the Mystery
that is this single, precious Life.



Glasses hold water
or words on a page
and mountain views for miles.
Half full, half empty,
or appropriate for their contents-
which do you believe
as you drink
from your spectacles?

Bookmark Quote #94

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Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn’t ask ourselves what it says, but what it means…

-Umberto Eco

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