A small psalm to a thing they loved.
8 responses
Love flows through words of light
Spring flowers come alive
Even among grey clouds
Small rays of light flickers through the clouds
Trees flow as in a dance
Nature filled with life as it moves through the forest floor
Birds sing within the night as the moon brings the forest
alive.
kindly atlas
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
the trees were like windows into the past
only she would sit to count the rings
console the leaves when they fell
she could fly when she was in the trees
too bad those trees couldn’t save her
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
the sun has hid within the grape
and the dark earth has yielded up its breath
I lift the chalice of this sacred shape
a sweet defiance to the death
o feast of light
your love is older than the tongue
they drank the stars
they swallowed down the night
and in the glass
the weary world was young
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
She loved a laugh.
But a shared one.
One with no judgements.
We need freedom from judgements.
silver pine
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
wouldn't say i'd sing this in worship or praise
or even,
out of adoration
sometimes,
it's mostly as an afterthought
the hope of an ache
that would stop
come time,
come love,
come a new day,
and with that,
a newer thought
it is foolish to spend my days thinking
when i do so nonetheless
and almost embarrassingly,
how i continue to learn,
to seek,
to feed at the memories
i don't have my favorite line from you anymore
i have you,
the idea of us,
and gratitude
for the ones we were
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
The little bear doll
from IKEA
guarding your sleep.
The nursing pillow
you held close
long after
you outgrew it.
The baby wrap
that let you cling
to me
like a little koala,
even after
you found your feet.
The high chair,
messy fingers,
the silicone bear plate.
You were never fond
of a pacifier,
but loved drinking
from your favorite bottle.
The toy telephone
that sang
hundreds of nursery songs.
You never told me,
and never will answer back,
but I hope
“Mama”
was your favorite word
of all.
hushed kettle
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
Bless this tea mug,
humble chalice of their mornings.
Its rim once touched their breath,
its warmth once steadied their hands.
Let the glaze remember them,
let the handle keep the curve
of their familiar holding.
May every sip I take
be a soft communion
with the love that lingers,
a gentle sacrament
of what remains.
wide window
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
Their voices linger in choices I make,
their courage lives in burdens I bear,
kindness returning in like moments toward others.
What time has taken from sight,
memory keeps:
a phrase remembered,
a lesson understood years later,
a path still followed without always knowing.
And when I remember them,
may gratitude be greater than grief,
for having shared a small part
of the road they travelled, now
part of my present journey.
drifting hearth
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
Love flows through words of light
Spring flowers come alive
Even among grey clouds
Small rays of light flickers through the clouds
Trees flow as in a dance
Nature filled with life as it moves through the forest floor
Birds sing within the night as the moon brings the forest
alive.
kindly atlas
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
the sun has hid within the grape
and the dark earth has yielded up its breath
I lift the chalice of this sacred shape
a sweet defiance to the death
o feast of light
your love is older than the tongue
they drank the stars
they swallowed down the night
and in the glass
the weary world was young
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
wouldn't say i'd sing this in worship or praise
or even,
out of adoration
sometimes,
it's mostly as an afterthought
the hope of an ache
that would stop
come time,
come love,
come a new day,
and with that,
a newer thought
it is foolish to spend my days thinking
when i do so nonetheless
and almost embarrassingly,
how i continue to learn,
to seek,
to feed at the memories
i don't have my favorite line from you anymore
i have you,
the idea of us,
and gratitude
for the ones we were
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
Bless this tea mug,
humble chalice of their mornings.
Its rim once touched their breath,
its warmth once steadied their hands.
Let the glaze remember them,
let the handle keep the curve
of their familiar holding.
May every sip I take
be a soft communion
with the love that lingers,
a gentle sacrament
of what remains.
wide window
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
the trees were like windows into the past
only she would sit to count the rings
console the leaves when they fell
she could fly when she was in the trees
too bad those trees couldn’t save her
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
She loved a laugh.
But a shared one.
One with no judgements.
We need freedom from judgements.
silver pine
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
The little bear doll
from IKEA
guarding your sleep.
The nursing pillow
you held close
long after
you outgrew it.
The baby wrap
that let you cling
to me
like a little koala,
even after
you found your feet.
The high chair,
messy fingers,
the silicone bear plate.
You were never fond
of a pacifier,
but loved drinking
from your favorite bottle.
The toy telephone
that sang
hundreds of nursery songs.
You never told me,
and never will answer back,
but I hope
“Mama”
was your favorite word
of all.
hushed kettle
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
Their voices linger in choices I make,
their courage lives in burdens I bear,
kindness returning in like moments toward others.
What time has taken from sight,
memory keeps:
a phrase remembered,
a lesson understood years later,
a path still followed without always knowing.
And when I remember them,
may gratitude be greater than grief,
for having shared a small part
of the road they travelled, now
part of my present journey.
drifting hearth
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
Love flows through words of light
Spring flowers come alive
Even among grey clouds
Small rays of light flickers through the clouds
Trees flow as in a dance
Nature filled with life as it moves through the forest floor
Birds sing within the night as the moon brings the forest
alive.
kindly atlas
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
She loved a laugh.
But a shared one.
One with no judgements.
We need freedom from judgements.
silver pine
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
Bless this tea mug,
humble chalice of their mornings.
Its rim once touched their breath,
its warmth once steadied their hands.
Let the glaze remember them,
let the handle keep the curve
of their familiar holding.
May every sip I take
be a soft communion
with the love that lingers,
a gentle sacrament
of what remains.
wide window
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
the trees were like windows into the past
only she would sit to count the rings
console the leaves when they fell
she could fly when she was in the trees
too bad those trees couldn’t save her
weary window
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
wouldn't say i'd sing this in worship or praise
or even,
out of adoration
sometimes,
it's mostly as an afterthought
the hope of an ache
that would stop
come time,
come love,
come a new day,
and with that,
a newer thought
it is foolish to spend my days thinking
when i do so nonetheless
and almost embarrassingly,
how i continue to learn,
to seek,
to feed at the memories
i don't have my favorite line from you anymore
i have you,
the idea of us,
and gratitude
for the ones we were
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
Their voices linger in choices I make,
their courage lives in burdens I bear,
kindness returning in like moments toward others.
What time has taken from sight,
memory keeps:
a phrase remembered,
a lesson understood years later,
a path still followed without always knowing.
And when I remember them,
may gratitude be greater than grief,
for having shared a small part
of the road they travelled, now
part of my present journey.
drifting hearth
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
the sun has hid within the grape
and the dark earth has yielded up its breath
I lift the chalice of this sacred shape
a sweet defiance to the death
o feast of light
your love is older than the tongue
they drank the stars
they swallowed down the night
and in the glass
the weary world was young
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
The little bear doll
from IKEA
guarding your sleep.
The nursing pillow
you held close
long after
you outgrew it.
The baby wrap
that let you cling
to me
like a little koala,
even after
you found your feet.
The high chair,
messy fingers,
the silicone bear plate.
You were never fond
of a pacifier,
but loved drinking
from your favorite bottle.
The toy telephone
that sang
hundreds of nursery songs.
You never told me,
and never will answer back,
but I hope
“Mama”
was your favorite word
of all.
hushed kettle
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC