Friday, August 30, 2024

Our First, now forty



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First, now forty

Our first- still recall the day- the birth

/ the joy

The memory book

Our first hike 

Holding /carefully- unknowing how to raise

Learning the ropes -we were harder at times- we learn, and we love

A strength for sure

Our first Christmas - gifts piled high

Our sole attention a few years

Graduation, graduation, marrying /commission, 

Blessings



Mountain after mountain he climbs and descends / skiing time and time again

Day after day, more beautiful than the first. 

Two score now/

So grateful for this quadragenarian life

And the life that he intertwined with /and also they gave life to - 

Two gifts that warm the heart and blossom into life



Grace and love and extravagance now spread upon his siblings from the experience he’s gained 

“Blanket the earth from one end 

to the other”

Career, challenging, and grand in its effort

Through two wars, we walked together 

Stars and Stripes forever to us now

Cherished messages in his life -grateful 


You’ve called us to witness others’ lives- and we do

But today is your day

We witness you

A sage, a scholar, a brother

Today you will take the path covered in green

Vibrant and alive / leader, husband, father

It’s never been about the well-worn path 

Because you always made your way in the most beautiful or bleak places

Graciously you screen the 40th birthday wishes dinned into the ear 


May your days “grow long like evening shadows”

Enjoy this fleeting life under the sun

Let joy carry you through the toil and days 

And this “mystery called life”

I can barely grasp the love of the True God for you son, 

And the offering of thanksgiving, your life

 -our lives together 



OurFirst now forty, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this poem-  Our First, now forty is a poem about our firstborn Matthew and as I reflect on his life as he now turns forty. I asked Jayne (his mom) what was something that was good to share about Matthew and she said " everything!". So, we are grateful.- Joe Holuta

























Thursday, August 15, 2024

Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake













Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake


Loons calling

Misty Morning fog rising 

Waves on the lake ripple toward the ancient rock at shore


Chimney smoke rising 

Maude’s voice quietly calling from past years and today

Boys and girls up early rambling on the rocks and mossy path fishing poles in hand- minnow dangling 



Hydro line steady reflecting on the lake 

wind blowing in the now evergreen-ing pines - 

towering higher now

The walk to the bog - variety and colorful mushroom variety on the way/ snakes as well, black and yellow fellow


Lilly pad flowering for a time /

“The beauty of a flower is that it fades” * - my heartbeat skips at this/ though I know it’s true

Through the Years 

Like time lapse photos- quickly pass in a beautiful blur

Photographs I hope never fade/ Life

The Fleeting quality, value,

Impermanence / appreciation 


Again, a toast is made to the One, and to the ones who served and gave that we could enjoy this day -

Gone before us but present in every eye, smile and Whippoorwill singing


Lifting high a toast in gratitude and honor and remembrance

“Cherish every moment, 

Fleeting life under the sun”


Meteor showers around a colorful fire, laughter, mountain pies, and s’mores

Wolf calls in the mid of night

Cool morning sunrise, fresh cup to fill, 

again and again 


Finite lives, cherishing each moment 

“glueing the past and the present together"

You've been to the place where time and memory join

You stand on The Rock and feel the morning winds at Kilbourne 



Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


* Steve Leder, the beauty of what remains



About this poem-  Morning Winds at Kilbourne Lake is a poem about a camping trip to the Boone camp on Kilbourne Lake in wilderness of Canada. Decades ago, we traveled with Zella Maude and Wes Boone. We traveled with children and grandchildren on our own today and carry on some precious memories and experience that enlivens and quickens the soul. The air, the food, the fire, the hikes, loon calls, the drive-through Beaver Pond, all contribute to recalling again our ancestry, and also the struggle to make great things happen realizing the effort they made and trying to continue to the next and the next forever generations. - Joe Holuta































Additional poem on previous trip


Lakeside, Glimpse poetry


https://glimpsepoetry.blogspot.com/2022/09/lakeside.html


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