Madeleine L’Engle Quotes

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The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all of the other ages you’ve been.

Because we fail to listen to each other’s stories, we are becoming a fragmented human race.

Madeleine L’Engle (1918-2007) was an American writer and poet who frequently wrote about her Christian faith as well as her interest in modern science.

Scanning News Headlines

The inspiration for these verses comes from recent headlines in the newspaper.  When a reader ventures away from the front page, there is a treasure of life’s stories waiting.

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 Weather vanes invented with single aim

Adding visual symbolism’s acclaim

 

Wandering away from life’s busy streets

Nature offers solitude’s finest seats

 

Rescuing two lives in one single day

Sixth grader’s actions blaze this hero’s way

 

Local diner evolves, now town’s flagship

Coffee and donuts to full menu trip

 

Treetop’s aerial gliders taking flight

Flying squirrels airborne, astounding sight

 

“Fiddler on the Roof” shares fabled story

Cultural icon relives its glory 

 

Simplify cooking steps for more success

Start early and share duties, with less stress

 

Democracy threatened by world’s neglect

Time to promote common good’s architect

 

Embracing its increasing attendance

Art museum’s lasting independence

 

Heartbreaking storms, compassion now descends

Neighbors’ lasting love bringing help to mend

 

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A Writer’s Way

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Discovering words with something to say

Penning poems and stories every day

                                                             

Draining cups of coffee, right on cue

Feeling emptiness, like singing the blues

 

Holding on to thoughts, waiting to give birth

Sailing onward, words waiting to unearth

 

Painting with dazzling textures, shapes, and hues

Viewing sketches, filling these eyes with clues

 

Searching for future poems, like twinkling stars

Linking verses while traveling to Mars

 

Crafting words, really not science you see

Navigating this writer’s mind, feeling free

 

Seeking prose, lost deep in this writer’s soul

Uncovering a few, making each day full

 

Looking for stories, over each rainbow

Finding inspiring words, eager to flow

 

Drinking more coffee, than one should consume

Creating endless text, now ready to bloom

 

Grasping this pen, creating one more tune

Drafting a masterpiece, ready by Noon

 

Writing encounters monumental quests

Hoping these words will always pass all tests

 

Honoring these writing moments, so sweet

Dreaming of fashioning each splendid treat

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