Reflections on a Sunday Morning

maybe

it’s just

the quiet

of a Sunday morning

with Yusef Lateef

playing…

begun in prayer.

maybe

it’s the holiday-nog

coffee

with cardamom

and nutmeg;

or the sun

and blue skies

lighting

the day;

maybe it’s the gift

of being alive

and loved

or the promise

of shopping

and a walk

that has tears

sprung

behind

my eyes…

or

maybe

it’s the secret

that dwells

within

my heart

that tumbles

forward

filling me

with

joy.
Linda Tauhid

©11/27/16

Tales of These Times…

acorns at Franklin Park

tears in Houston;

where is my mother?

resting peacefully…

where is my dad?

waiting quietly…

and i 

am alone

in these sad times.

wondering

and hoping

that the people

of good

will be saved,

vindicated, 

rewarded.

it has always been evident

that America

was founded

in pain,

loss,

and

mourning. 

while some pretend

there is nothing owed;

nothing

to be

back-payed;

the debt has

accrued…

tears in Washington

Thanksgiving in Houston.

a juxtaposed

reality–

a difficult time

and yet

i am reminded

of victory;

it is often

stealth, unplanned.

the debt

has accrued…

and ‘payment’ been deferred.

i will wait 

for it…

patiently,

from my faithful perch

of hope.
Linda Tauhid

©11/16/16