Blessing the Boats

Blessing the Boats

By Lucille Clifton

may the tide

that is entering even now

the lip of our understanding

carry you out

beyond the face of fear

may you kiss

the wind then turn from it

certain that it will

love your back

may you

open your eyes to water

water waving forever

and may you in your innocence

sail through this to that

Once again, I would like to wish ALL Mothers a very special Mother’s day this Sunday. May we also take the time to remember the Mothers that have passed and may their memories live on in our hearts forever.


by M.E.Mixer

With wondrous skill, in the crowded mill,

The spinner her shuttle plies,

And watches the web with fear and dread

As it forms beneath her eyes;

For well she knows that one rotten thread,

Inwove in these even bands,

Will be traced through the fabric far and near,

As the work of her careless hands.

In the mill of life, full of noise and strife,

We each have a weaver’s part,

And the web of each day, by the passions play,

Is wove with a curious art;

But if, false to ourselves and our Master’s name,

We fashion the fabric thin,

And with its tissue blend the sable threads

Of slothfulness and sin,

To our own account will the mischief come,

And take from each joy its hoarded sum.