Basin - Poem

Basin

Basin of stone

On upper room floor

Purpose unknown

Water poured

Hand dips, rag drips

Against the edge droplets lick

Dust and sleep

Wiped from tired feet

Of twelve repeat

Hidden symbol

Quiet lesson

Of servant vessel

Janice Harten

May 20, 2011

Copyright © 2012 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.

A Chosen Occupation

How is it possible for me to sit in my warm, comfortable home, while others have their homes lifted and dashed to pieces, evidence of the power of nature to determine destiny.  It is a reminder that I am here at the discretion and mercy of an all powerful being.  Yet, perhaps I can exercise power given to me to bless and comfort.  The gift of a few dollars or extra items, a prayer raised to heaven, and a feeling of sympathy and compassion; charity, humility and gratitude is a chosen occupation.

The Answer - Poem

The Answer

      Kneeling

   Head Bowed

    Lips Pleading

       Spirit Seeking

   Upward Reaching

         Tears Streaming

              Heart Yearning

                        Outpouring

                                 Warmth

                                    Calm Feeling

                                      Light Descending

                                         Softly Penetrating

                                            Comfort Reaching

                                              Love Surrounding

                                                Understanding

                                                  Overflowing


                                                    By Janice Harten
                                                                      Copyright © 2011 Janice Harten.  All rights reserved.