This post is for all who put pen to paper to unfurl their minds in the service of illuminating darkness. A worthy and meritorious offering.
The Blog, Dew on The Grass writers have been thinking about Freedom these past days. Here is a poem that appears in a post published today:
Freedom is the unfurling of the hand of self,
finger by grasping fingerFeathers unfold, flutter, fly
Release into the stillness of an ocean skyA vastness deep
Ripple upon ripple dissipates into the blue-black,
lit by an eternity of stars and moonThe warmth of coolness
The illumination of the night
By Karen Richards
I believe this to be the first post on Dew on The Grass. Timely I’d say, to take another look.
Dear Rev. Mugo,
Thank you so much for posting this. It is very kind of you and much appreciated. _/\_
Impressive piece of writing
Mmm… Stuff to ponder, including Dew on the Grass. Here’s a haiku by Issa (1763 – 1827):
this world
is a dewdrop world
and yet . . . and yet
Written on the death of his 2-year-old daughter from Smallpox.
The haiku should be in 3 lines:
this world / is a dewdrop world / and yet . . . and yet
Lovely. Thank you.