To the Finch at my Window

Karen Yoder Poetry 05/17/2023

You clung to the ledge last night

peering into my classroom

beady-eyed and fairy-feathered.

Did you forget the feeder hangs

behind you? Did you think that

eraser crumbs and paper scraps

would satisfy? We often confuse

the sustenance of suet and seeds,

peering past ordinary days,

looking through glass to

greener grass, supposing that the

Maker offers less than the media.

Published by Karen Yoder

Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, poetry - one outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver View all posts by Karen Yoder

Published 05/17/2023

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Laura says:

05/17/2023 at 10:12 AM

Karen, again you made my jaw drop with astounding truth wrapped in simplicity and everyday words. I love this.

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