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


The voice inside you cries outIt will not be silencedIt is part of who you areIt has been present for a long time.You wish the world were differentWhat is skillful action?What will align with your need for inner peace?There is another kind of silenceNot found by shutting out the voice insideBut by truly listening to … Read more

Where life’s winds guide me

Especially of late, my life has been so driven by plans and strategies for pursuing multiple projects. I yearn for a simpler life, and I am starting to take a little step in that direction — letting my weekend days be more spontaneous! A tiny example occurred today — I did an impromptu extension of … Read more

The New Year

Today is a clear sunny winter day in Charlotte, and as I finish the last of my tea after a leisurely morning, I feel a sense of peace. I thought back to a long time ago when i was blessed with a similar feeling. In the intervening years the hurry and urgency and striving has … Read more

Morning Forest

Morning Forest The little forest is lovely in the morning I am glad I listened to the quiet voice That gently urged me to walk a little farther. Yes see, I have felt tired of late Uncertain what the future might bring So the encouragement was a blessing And I sense that I may walk … Read more

A Prayer

Why do I walk? Why do I pray? Teach me, Lord Please show me the way. You know more than you think You followed the subtlest of guidance You are here now Open to what Spirit may show Walk in peace With gentle confidence in your heart.

The Art of Trust

And we know that all things work together for good … Romans 8:28 The Art of Trust It is not what I thought It is not the passing excitement Believing I was following my heart. You see, I have these dreams They are so glittering Working for the good of all Or so I thought … 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