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- abandoned
- absence of light
headlong into hellfire
gentle souls conquer without winning
testing further their compassion
toward their tormentors
deepening their humbleness
but heaping coals of fire on the heads
of those diving into the hellfire
of bitter littleness and loss
foundation of value
self-worth, knowing i am loved
that is what i work to have all children
take within themselves to enable each
to respect self and those other uncertain beings struggling to find place in
the enormity of unsure relationships
and hints of danger
to have strength of foundation
to be able to respect us all and see
fellow humans with caring
and compassion
grandma of great fortune
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
woman of courage completing her master’s
young women of solid accomplishment finding their feet and quiet strength
these are my granddaughters
fun musician graduating high school
caring college student working from and for home
brilliant young rebel honored by university for fighting for justice
firstborn of my grandsons taking on love and life with compassion and joy
these seven of my great fortune
red sky in the morning
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
smoky red sky to the northeast
as though the mighty Columbia were hosting wildfires
but it is only – i hope – dawn
we’ve had fire near often enough in the past few years
to be wary of more and compassionate
towards all who suffer terror and loss and fire danger
slow response
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
over many years
i’ve learned – most times –
not to react in anger
but to respect
my body
and soul’s reaction
and wait until my head
truly tempers my emotions
only then can i speak or
write with kindness
compassion takes a bit longer
after hearing Billie Holiday
fear and anger gnaw
what might grow compassionate
yield instead strange fruit