Monday, March 27, 2023

"Springtime- how does it know..."




Springtime- how does it know



March winds rise and gust today

Sending winter's hold faraway

Daffodils in yellow bloom waving a greeting 

to a friend from long ago

How does it know to befriend again?



Trees budding, new life, new growth

Gentle showers cease as the sunshine breaks through the day

Hyacinths second to the crocus peek out from the ground

Before the tulips bloom as they wait

Among a purple flowered myrtle field



The maple sap is filling from bottom up to the tree limbs, 

to the pink buds starting to appear

Forsythia starting now to green before the yellow brightens the countryside

The Aspen, Dogwood, and Redbud patiently wait their time

Grass greening up, nature's way

How do the brown blades know to green again?



New birds arrive and their distinctive songs fill the air

Coming back from the winter leave 

The blue sky, with the beautiful flowers and buds and sweet sound of the songbirds, 

Bring cherished life to our souls again 

How do they know to do this again?



Remember Spring, 

A hope and rest it echoes

Beauty of the sounds of life,

Care of the flowers of the field , the timing and nature’s rhythm and cycles 

Rest in the seasons , in the fleeting

Rest, off the worn hard paths,

in the meadows 

in the “fields of green grass” 1


Springtime- how does it know, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta



1. Psalm 23:2 https://glimpsepoetry.blogspot.com/2022/04/psalm-23-he-cares-for-me-always.html


 

About this Poem: Springtime- how does it know, is about the first flowers of Spring greeting the season. Myrtle and tree buds start to bloom. Brown blades of grass know to turn green. Ending in the ABC's of rest of Psalm 23, meadows green. - Joe Holuta





Saturday, March 11, 2023

“…Apple of my eye…”




Apple of My Eye 


The cold wind came again from the west to northeast

Snow, thought gone for the season, covers the ground again 

Fresh hope springing up gets quelled

Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips emerging

early in the sun’s warmth and light

“Shine on Us” they seem to voice,

 gently applauding each other’s beauty 



The sun warms the air, surrounding beauty, 

Driven snow now becomes warmed,

Morning water droplets 

Holding on with dear life to the flowers,

gripping tightly, yet best efforts fail

at taming time and seasons 

Snow this year and raging water in places- unprecedented

Lives shortened by nature’s wild surprise and unsuspected way

“Oh God, who sets things right, shine upon us” 1



Like “heavenly messengers”, light overshadows darkness, 

Seasons inscribed deep on earth’s frame 

Change and time passing, 

they cycle

Daylight lengthens,

Darkness lessens 

The game we play with clocks, and Time,

Robbing morning’s glory 

to gain the light at the end of day

Only falling back again when the seasons change



Picture after picture "personality here"

Friendships built deep, lasting year after year, after year

Smiles and gestures of youth, heart throbbing memories 

Strong supports built in the light can’t be taken

when the shadow and darkness come

Love letters written in our lives

Swing low swing high and 

Gesture to the loving way

The faraway 

Loving you for exactly who you are,

just the way you are, and made to be

You whom I love, the “Apple of my eye” 2



Apple of My EyeGlimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta


  1. Psalm 94:1 
  2. Matthew 3:17
About this Poem: Apple of My Eye, is a poem about fresh hope springing up at a time amidst trials of unrelenting flooding and snow in California 2023 when lives were lost. Light still overshadows darkness. Daylight is longer now and the returning of this reminds me of the cycles we see in life and how many times pictures of our young children, and them on an old swing set with their friends help recall gestures of love. Also, seeing a love letter i wrote my wife 42 years ago in among the pictures helps me recall that we love each other just the way we are as God looks on us as the apple of His eye. - Joe Holuta




Saturday, February 25, 2023

“…Whiteness and looking through each other’s eyes…”






Whiteness and looking through each other’s eyes


Snow is falling,

“Whiteness”1 over all I see,

Fog is heavy and not lifting.

The Ground beneath, surfaces, color in the thin snow cover

Waves crest and billows crash against pier and pilings.

Non-white, fragility now in the base

-Not normal

-Advantage fades 



The mountains high,

Privilege,

Freedom, 

Power and domination, 

“...invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, assurances,"*

Seeming unjust when challenged,

The steepness of it like a white, snow-clad, unscalable mountain

Erasing stories, 

Difference to maintain.



The Pier's surface 

Patterns seen

Same script again, and again, superficial things:

-I was taught to treat everyone the same

-Race, doesn’t have any meaning to me

-It’s in the past

-Everyone struggles, but if you work hard”2



The Pier's supports, pilings pommeled deep.

Piles, necessary supports: 

- Implicit bias1

- Segregation 

- Unconscious bias and bias

- Internal, superior 

- Racial order



My whole life segregated

Loss without the view,

Black, Indigenous, and People of Color

- Inherent value lost

- Saying no to essential value 

- What we don’t see 

- Not given the perspective 3

History is written:

“America had two irreconcilable goals.

One was to seek equality, freedom, and democracy.

The other was to maintain white supremacy,

and the domination by white people over any people of color.” 3


White men's blind spots: 4

-Defensiveness to inquiry

-Rugged individualism 

-Action orientation 

-Invisible to me box 

-Unconscious bias 
-Others have different experiences than me

-My view may not be wrong, but it’s incomplete

-The word privilege is a hard term for white men; we feel we have worked hard

-Not something I chose


Shift needed using humility, inquiry, and love.

The Pier's surface and pilings now severed by waves of the brave, 

storms of civil change, and winds of pioneering, martyred, voices.

Color restored and vibrant with life and meaning and destiny.

- Diversity is our strength 3

- History must be told,

- Hear and see and feel the perspective of all Americans

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” 5


Whiteness and looking through each other’s eyes, 

Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this Poem: Whiteness and looking through each other’s eyes, is a poem about how me and others that are White have privilege and advantage by just being born white. White supremacy reveals itself in the patterns that maintain advantage and power and strong supports of segregation, bias, racial order. Many years of my life I experienced segregation and the loss of the value inherent in Black and People of color and being a white male, my view has been incomplete, and I have had blind spots to defensiveness and unconscious bias. Pioneering and martyred voices have enabled change, including the need for diversity and value in history and the future. - Joe Holuta


1. https://bethebridge.com/using-the-term-whiteness/


 Note: Whiteness  white people

“There’s a name for this. It’s called whiteness. Now this word sometimes makes people angry, upset, or off-put. But I’m not going to stop using it because it accurately describes what is happening here. Internalizing whiteness, as white people, leads us to act on the outgrowth of white supremacy. “


“Whiteness is indeed divisive. But it is not the use of the word that divides. Rather, it is the history that led to the need for a term to explain the underlying ideology that produced the division we are now shining a light on. Don’t blame the light for illuminating the division that already existed. It is not bridge-building to work in the dark, tiptoeing around caverns, rather than believing that Scripture teaches us: the truth will set us free.”

-Elizabeth Behrens, Intensive Educator


2.  Concept Dr. Robin DiAngelo, Deconstructing White Privilege

https://youtu.be/DwIx3KQer54


3. “Diversity is our strength. That is what we and our children can learn from our history; and so, as I argue in The Stories Whiteness Tells Itself, our history must be told from the perspective of all Americans, whatever their race or ethnicity.”

-David Mura


What the Whiteness Story of America Denies, David Mura

https://www.yesmagazine.org/opinion/2022/11/17/america-history-race-diversity-whiteness


Upcoming book, The Stories Whiteness Tells Itself: Racial Myths and Our American Narratives, “From its very beginnings America had two irreconcilable goals. One was to seek equality, freedom, and democracy. The other was to maintain white supremacy and the domination by white people over any people of color. White America is fine with telling our tale through the lens of the first goal. But it is still decidedly not fine with telling the second story of America’s treatment of people of color and America’s desire to maintain white supremacy. All the recent ridiculous distorting, disparaging, and damning of Critical Race Theory are just the latest manifestation of this repression.”


4. White Men: Time to Discover Your Cultural Blind Spots | Michael Welp | TED×Bend

https://youtu.be/rR5zDIjUrfk


5. Henry David Thoreau


Resources:

*White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible

Knapsack By Peggy McIntosh

https://nationalseedproject.org/images/documents/Knapsack_plus_Notes-Peggy_McIntosh.pdf


"In the years since, the term white privilege has come to be used to explain power structures and racial inequality inherent in American society that supports white supremacy by disproportionately benefiting white people while putting people of color at a disadvantage."


Perhaps Toni Morrison said it best when she proclaimed in 1992,

“In this country, American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.”


“Non-white Americans are consistently associated less often with the label “American” than white Americans. 

In fact, implicit association tests reveal the prevalence of the “American equals white” bias, which has persisted up until today and bears deeply harmful impacts. Specifically, it can lead to discriminatory actions and judgments, especially in the realm of employment.

https://nmaahc.si.edu/learn/talking-about-race/topics/


Note:

White people can possess other marginalized parts of their identity, but their race is not one of these.

Being white does not mean you haven’t experienced hardships or oppression.

Being white does mean you have not faced hardships or oppression based on the color of your skin. 




Hear and see and feel 

the perspective 

of all Americans

Could a greater miracle take place 

than for us 

to look through each other’s eyes

 for an instant?” 5




Wednesday, February 22, 2023

“…Daylight is getting longer…”



 

Daylight is getting longer


Mid-January, two minutes more daylight per day

Light dismissing the dark

White driving away the gray

Trees in Winter, snow covered now

Black and white in deep sleep

from Autumn, bright colors and melancholy song


Write it large

beginning new

The daylight is getting longer

Drive away the bitter cold 

Open now, light, broad as day


Hope is stirring 

Stars bright in the winter night sky

Looking up with thoughts of you

Ground frozen and covered white 

Still You “cut out rivers among the rocks”



Daylight is getting Longer, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this Poem: Daylight is getting Longer, is about mid-January when each day adds a few minutes of daylight. Winter seems long and seasonal affective disorder can take a toll with less daylight. Hopefulness increases as we see the days get longer and the dark of winter is driven away by light. I think of God and creation as I consider the seasons, observe the night sky, and hear the water from melting snow running among the rocks. - Joe Holuta


Thursday, February 9, 2023

“… Living your best life…”



 

Living your best life


Employer he asked 

No retired

Living you best life he said 

First response, hmm I don’t know

Got me thinking how many times and seasons in my life

Really have been living my best life


Transience 

lasting only for a short time

The transience of life and happiness

“Should we try to live forever…

What once was will never be again…

The question is: how are we supposed to live such an unthinkable thing?….

… longing, and maybe even mortality itself, are a unifying force, a pathway to love; and that our greatest and most difficult task is learning how to walk it.”*



Red Roadmaster bike riding till sundown 

Last day of school till summer vacation 

Waiting at the bus stop finding out you have a snow day 

No phones or alerts 

just waited in the bus shanty till the bus didn’t show

Time, passing especially quickly 

Living your best life 



Building a log cabin in grade school during recess 

Back then we could bring hatchets to school on the bus 

Maypole on Mayday 

and huge bell in the tower, pulling the rope ringing the end of recess

Junior high clubs, friendships still make you smile 

First kiss on school bus, playing spin the comb, unforgettable 

Transient beauty

Living your best life 



Girlfriend, summer days lakeside Heartbreak love songs on AM radio

Transitory, now gone with the wind 

College field trips with best friends back then, moonlight walk

Wallops Island and Chincoteague

Bound to change, pass, come to an end

Hotel California playing in the bar while playing pool together 

No thought to the reason we were there

Living your best life



First job you thought you hit a gold mine 

later to find

First love, brown eyed, girl, dressed in white, cross on her cap, black band stripe, hair tucked tight

Until one day saw her hair down at Sheetz,

Dressed attractively and her eyes 

we fell in love and in faith

Wedding day dancing, surrounded by those who love us

Gowns and tux, flowers and class

Fleeting, time appears to transiently continue on 

Living your best life 



Children’s birth 

Good night moon 

Really did have it all

Grade school teachers conference 

Junior high assemblies and Senior high concerts, sports and plays 

Summer days oh, let them never end

Graduation days high school

Graduation day College, Grad school

Visitors passing through a place with only a brief stay

Living their best life 



Sojourn to Wedding days 

Ski vacations

Beach vacations

Wakes and laying to rest

Visiting from sea to sea

Saying goodbye

Grandchildren each so different

Retirement

After school kids 

Living your best life again and again



“Take chances, take risks, 

Try to appreciate the things you do have, 

Surround yourself with people that bring out the best 

Happiest moments among the most mundane times 

Affecting something or producing results beyond itself

Transient beauty

Living your best life again


Living your best life, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this Poem: Living your best life is about the transience of life and happiness and how each part of life is so good. Reflecting on childhood memories, high school and the first kiss, college and the first love, thoughts of love at first sight and young married life. Children and the years between birth, college, marriage to grandchildren. Family vacation for nearly 40 years and the blessing and change of retirement. And of course, the loss of those we love, the missing and memory. Living your best life is truly appreciating what you have and those you have around you, all times you live, knowing that this beauty transcends this brief life. - Joe Holuta



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