Sunday, June 17, 2018

Each of Us Must Climb Our Separate Mountain

June 18, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is graduation, in honor of the many elementary, middle-school, and high-school graduations taking place this month.

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A congratulatory graduation poem from faculty to students:

Each of us must climb our separate mountain
To reach at last our own extended view.
We can be no more than what we are,
Yet that is quite enough for us to do.

The world is far too great for comprehension,
And so we only know what we can know.
But given the abilities we're given,
That's still a long and weary way to go.

Yet on the way, how beautiful the moments!
How good it feels to have some skill or art!
How wonderful to pause in awestruck wonder
At what must fill the unsuspecting heart!

And so we're proud of each of you today
For all you've learned, and all you've tried to learn.
Knowledge brings the deepest satisfaction,
Not least because it's something that you earn.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Graduation
6/18: Each of Us Must Climb Our Separate Mountain

How Much I Love You I Can't Say

June 17, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which is celebrated today, June 17th.

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A Father’s Day poem full of gratitude:

How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.

Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.

How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.

And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum
Of gratitude and love.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/17: How Much I Love You I Can’t Say

Friday, June 15, 2018

How Lucky to Have Had So Good a Father

June 16, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which will be celebrated tomorrow, June 17th.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Father’s Day poem for a deceased father:

How lucky to have had so good a father!
On us his warm, unstinting sun long shone.
We were, of his hardworking life, the center,
Loved for the pure joy of love alone.
Uncanny are the requisites of pleasure,
Coming as they do within the will.
Knowing well where lay his greatest treasure,
Years on years of love he labored still.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/16: How Lucky to Have Had So Good a Father!

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Before I Was Myself You Made Me, Me

June 15, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which is celebrated on June 17th.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An appreciative Father’s Day poem about adjusting the mixture of discipline and freedom:

Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me

With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,

And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/15: Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

A Father and a Dad Are Not the Same

June 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which is celebrated on June 17th.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An appreciative Father’s Day poem to a stepfather:

A father and a dad are not the same:
One can be a dad and not a father,
Or one can be a father and not bother
To earn through love the more endearing name.
Some find fatherhood a bit too tame,
Leaving all the details to the mother,
Or dumping the sweet burden on another
Man with just a passing twinge of shame.
You have been our dad so many years
That you've become the landscape that is home,
The mountain that we look to from afar.
No matter where we go we're not alone,
For you remain within to still our fears
And be the word that tells us where we are.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/14: A Father and a Dad Are Not the Same

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Fathers Must Have Faith in What They Do

June 13, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which is celebrated on June 17th.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Father’s Day poem about the need for faith in raising children:

Fathers must have faith in what they do,
As long as what they do proceeds from love.
The thousand thousand gifts of self accrue,
Held for years in bonds they know not of.
Even discipline, if not in anger,
Reasonable, not stubborn, patient, wise,
‘Mid rebellions resolute for order,
Succeeds at last in children’s later lives.
Deeds are bricks with which one builds a home,
A dwelling of the heart, though kids may roam,
Yielding more love than one might surmise.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/13: Fathers Must Have Faith in What They Do

Monday, June 11, 2018

Hope Turns Slowly into Realization

June 12, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Father’s Day, which is celebrated on June 17th.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Father’s Day poem about how to handle parental expectations:

Hope turns slowly into realization
As children slowly grow into themselves.
Perhaps some remnant fantasy rebels.
Perhaps one should revise one’s expectation.
Yet children owe one’s dreams no explanation,
For one must heed the tale that fortune tells
And greet the prodigal with joyful bells
That render the sweet song of the relation.
Have no illusion: Love is like a tide
Ebbing and flowing through the channeled heart,
Returning, turning as some smiling moon
‘Mid bits of shattered glory makes its way.
So must one with unremitting pride,
Destined for a quintessential part,
Attempt to harmonize that complex tune,
Yielding, shaping, listening to it play.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Father’s Day
6/12: Hope Turns Slowly into Realization