A tribute to my father.
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Just Sad
I sit and listen to the cicadas and feel comforted by their lullaby and watch a black squirrel navigate the thin branch before it leaps from one tree to another in the morning light. As I sit on my deck overlooking my backyard and the wooded trail behind me I keep coming back to theContinue reading “Just Sad”
The Sun Glistens
The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill The river ripples round the rocks in its midst and rapids just before the water falls The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom The world seems fresh and new as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of theContinue reading “The Sun Glistens”
Ode to Tikun Olam
Tikun Olam Those of you who know me,know that I have devoted my lifeto helping those that help others The Talmud states,Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief.Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now.You are not obligated to complete the work,but neither are you free to abandon it. AsContinue reading “Ode to Tikun Olam”
Meditation by the River
The wind whistles As gusts make a flower bed Of white caps from the east side Of the Hudson To the palisades On its western shore
Through the Haze
Seven decades into this thing called life I am just beginning to see through the haze.
My Shadow and A Cardinal Kept Me Company on the Ride
My shadow and a cardinal, kept me company on the rideThe frogs are sleeping for the season, the winter sun is in the skyI rode past Yorktown, my usual stopping placeI’ve missed the sweat of a hard ride, and had to up my pace I felt my pain rewarded when a white tail deer appeared just as IContinue reading “My Shadow and A Cardinal Kept Me Company on the Ride”
Those Times I’ve Cried
I went to the waters edge and walked along the rocky shore The sun was low in the November sky As I watched the sun rise Over the water I found to my surprise My cheeks were wet And I remembered Other times I’ve cried Years after my father died in your arms I criedContinue reading “Those Times I’ve Cried”
The Perfect Gift
If I could choose the perfect gift for you, One that when unwrapped, you would gasp and say “Oh my Oh yes, it’s just what I’ve always wanted” and you would hold it up to the light and turn it around and when you looked up and away from this precious gift your eyes would beContinue reading “The Perfect Gift”
The Muse
It’s time again to call the muse,To wish her well and ask her blessingsThe time is right for her to shine her light so that I can see the knots that I must untangle, It is in her song that one can see clearly the patterns of our lives emergeand we can celebrate victory or mourn defeatTheContinue reading “The Muse”
Daniel Rutberg 