Examen

The Daily Examen in poetic form

Daily Examen, Thursday, July 20, 2017

Headline: Senator McCain
Has Brain Cancer
and all the pundits
scramble
to recalculate
the political calculus,

and I think of
the Late Senator
Edward Kennedy,
and a friend posts on Facebook
about her son
who has also died of brain cancer,

and I think of
another friend on Facebook
who lost her son
a few years ago
this month
to brain cancer.

We must listen to other voices
and pray for those who grieve.

At noon-time Eucharist
we celebrated the life
of Elizabeth Cady Stanton
and the importance
of women’s voices
in politics,
in religion,
in arts,
in life,

and a friend
whose brother died
on the shores of Dunkirk
said she couldn’t watch
the documentary;
it wasn’t likely to tell
her side of the story
hearing the battle raging
across the channel,
and we talked about
the importance
of women’s voices
in politics,
in religion,
in arts,
in life.

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Daily Examen, Wednesday, July 19, 2017

I struggle
to do enough
to rest enough
to give enough to others
to keep enough for myself.

Every moment is a decision
to turn to the left or the right.

Am I doing enough
of what I should do?
Am I facing where I should?

Whichever way you turn, there is the Face of God.
and in all manner of things, all will be well.
It is enough.

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Daily Examen, Tuesday, July 18, 2017

I remember the days
of eager anticipation
after a long day at work.
I remember the days
when everything was filled
with awe and wonder.

Those moments come back
from time to time
and I follow practices
to keep them in the forefront
of my heart and mind.

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Daily Examen, monday, July 17, 2017

There are days
when it must be enough
just to put a dent
into the chores waiting to be done
so that you don’t slip
further behind,

when it is a relief to know
that the world does not depend
on you getting everything done
and that after a good night’s sleep
you will make more progress
in the morning.

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Daily Examen, Sunday, July 16, 2017

The mother,
her eyes watering
under the big puffy clouds
in the beautiful blue sky
as her daughter ran off
to meet new friends
at camp
didn’t notice
the empty robin’s egg shell
along the path.

Later,
the swim in the lake
was restful and relaxing
even though
the splashes of the daughter
were missed.

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