When we are young
playing at the shore
we are often told
"beware the undertow"
That's what drowns little kids
as their mothers look on
from the beach, squinting,
saluting the sun.
But as adults,
no guardian yells from the beach
"beware the undercurrent"
The undercurrent
is what drowns adults,
as no one watches from afar.
~Jennifer Miller
Conscious stream of thought
Unconscious stream of thought
Conscious stream of words
Unconscious stream of words
For a Sunday, on a planet
Orbiting a star
Where everything means something
And everything means nothing
Here we go
Transcend.
Too many words
Too many thoughts
Too much of everything
Transcend.
Understanding the Nihlist
The stoic, the sceptic
And yet this is a spiritual
Awakening
When everything explodes
All at once
Into nothingness
like the Big bang
And then it’s all gone
like the universe, maybe
~Jenny Miller
We shrug off the weary garment
and fly home to God
Where first, as we fly through
the endless expanse of the stars
and space,
through an endless universe, universes,
past planets, such beautiful shining
brightness against the dark --
On our way we are told perhaps
"Guess what - want to know the secret?"
"Yes" we answer.
- by Jenny Miller
There is a certain kind of tree
called a Chinese Lantern
because it has foliage in the fall
that looks like colorful Chinese
lanterns
and they sway softly
in the breeze.
-by Jenny Miller
The scent of Bayberry candles
will forever bring me back to a time
of deciduous woods,
a colonial white house,
a crisp and colorful fall
and the burnt orange,
warm simplicity
of the seventies.
-by Jenny Miller
