This poem marks the completion of a cycle of eight poems beginning with My Cry for Help. First we fold in, then open outThere is a faith that’s only found in doubt Acceptance is the closing of a cycleThe end that marks the point of arrival Carrie NewcomerThe Point of Arrival AcceptanceIt is late morning on … Read more

Winter Afternoon

Winter Afternoon I think I learned something on my walk today I am not ready to go inside Listening to the birdsong I wonder if I can find the words To express the acceptance I begin to feel Of this next phase of my life’s journey. It is undiscovered country for me But one well-traveled … Read more

The Source of Joy

Many times have I touched What I thought was joy Only to see it crumble in the new day The greater my happiness The greater the ensuing pain. Such has been my life. Once again I felt the touch Seemingly stronger and more perfect Then I felt another hand Which I have come to trust … Read more

Let It Be

This song from The Beetles has a special resonance for me on many levels. On New Year’s Eve, 1969, Marianne and I listened to a countdown of the top 100 songs of the decade. Number 1 was … “Let It Be.” Many of my poems contain the phrase “Let it be”. When I was visiting friends many years later, in the guest room a song was playing …… “Let It Be.” Especially now at a time of darkness, I resonate to the words, “There will be an answer, let it be.”

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