Centering Down at Bear Creek
by Alberta Kisling Catch the mind Don’t let it wander – Center The facing bench is empty Where are they? Oh, there they are Sitting so tall So stern Faces lined, eyed downcast Always there. There – out the window The old school house Where are your children school house? Do they remember you?…
Celia Ann Smith on dying
by Alberta (Birdie) Kisling We are in an age group where many friends and relatives are sick or have died. When Celia Ann Smith found she was dying she wrote: Have you come to the Red Sea place in your lifeWhere in spite of all you can doThere is no way out, no way backThere…
Poem at Bear Creek Meetinghouse
by Laura Melvin Might the old Meeting House at Bear Creek Friends break the silence? If so, it would speak a wordless poem — to catch it on paper would be like trying to net the kaleidoscope of clouds that sprint across open fields. As the Holy silence deepens experienced benches creak in rhythm with…
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