Mother’s Day Poem

By Carolyn Weber —  May 7, 2015 — 4 Comments

American poet William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) combined a busy medical practice with a literary career. As part of the modernist and imagist movement, he is known for his use of everyday physical imagery. I wonder if because he worked so closely with the material, such as the functions of the body, he saw more acutely the poetic humming within the mundane?

Red Wheelbarrow

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What Lent Gives Up for Us

By Carolyn Weber —  March 27, 2015

Seven poplars in a perfect row line the entrance to the walk along the margin of the neglected bean field behind the campus not far from my house. This is where the deer come in small groups at dusk. Someone must have planted these trees with such earnest precision at least a century ago.

Sparrow sings

In the summer their leaves sound like the uprush of water, blowing overhead. They turn silver and green when heralding a storm. In the autumn, they rattle so that it seems as though the sky may crackle and break, and then rain down upon you. But today only the trees gleam silent; there are no leaves on this chilly evening, not even a bud yet to be seen. Continue Reading…

A Valentine for My Love

By Carolyn Weber —  February 13, 2015

T’is the season of love, I am reminded as my children’s valentines to their classmates scatter our kitchen table. What a perfectly timed reprieve from winter’s chill Valentine’s Day is, too.

Rings Eternity

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Virtues of Booksellers

By Carolyn Weber —  January 20, 2015

In our increasingly digitalized world, we often overlook the bookseller. Folks who run bookstores with care and from passion are an increasing rare breed.

Bookseller Books

They should be cherished and supported, for there is so much they do beneath the surface of things to stoke the thoughtful flames of culture, and to keep us all connected across pages, years and minds.

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God is Such a Showoff: The Eagle and the Advent

By Carolyn Weber —  December 22, 2014

Eagle AdventDo you not know?

Have you not heard?

Funny how some of the most momentous things happen when you are doing the most mundane of tasks.

Where does the line blur between the moment and the momentous? When does one become the other? When does a moment become anointed?

How does it move from the near unconscious smooth assumption that one undertaking will follow another, to the arresting of time, space, thought, breath?

Trauma, impact, accident, cruelty, misfortune, all such things have this effect.

But wonder does too.

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Other Advent articles by Carolyn Weber

  1. Why Adventure Starts with Advent
  2. Christmas Gifting: Commercialism or Commission?  The Giving of Grace
  3. “The Most Shining and Obvious Thing: The Receiving of Grace
  4. “The Work of God: The Living of Grace
  5. Under the Tree (poem)