This Little Light of Mine by Meg Fisher
“This little light of mine” was part of a family glow. When I was a child, if any one of us excelled at math, placed into a gifted class, got A’s or was photographed for the town paper.
“This little light of mine” was part of a family glow. When I was a child, if any one of us excelled at math, placed into a gifted class, got A’s or was photographed for the town paper.
I wrote IN THERE WITH THOSE GIRLS over twenty-five years ago in honor of my father’s 70th birthday. It was subsequently selected for publication by Marge Piercy, the poetry editor of TIKKUN Magazine at the time. LEAVENING, another poem chosen for publication at the same time, follows.
“Wild and perfect for one moment before they are nothing forever…” Mary Oliver writes of the peonies in her poem, Peonies
“I think to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds, to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.” ~Sharon Olds
Fully grasped and lived,
Rumi’s words would change our world.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.