Jesus Christ is Risen! Alleluia!
No, Ms. Omar, Notre-Dame de Paris is not “art & architecture” — it’s an OUR LADY OF PARIS CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL.
No, Mr. Obama & Mrs. Clinton, the martyrs in Sri Lanka were not “Easter worshipers” — they were CHRISTIANS. They were CATHOLICS. That’s the reason they were murdered.
No, they cannot edit Jesus out of Easter. But they will keep trying. Stay vigilant!
Have a blessed Easter season.
Image: Unidentified artist. The Resurrection, Probably second half of the 15th century. Oil on panel, Overall: 39 1/2 x 23 3/4 in. (100.3 x 60.3 cm). BF866. Public Domain.
“Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames!” — Joan of Arc
Seasoned wood burns well,
fire spreads fast,
roofs collapse, windows fall,
shards of stained glass,
Hundreds of years young
it stands intact.
The same song rises to the spire,
and cloven tongues
as of fire
rest upon us.
Have a Blessed Triduum.
(Won’t you agree?)
a dream away —
that filled with spring and promise
fun sun day
where we can touch the wind,
and taste the air,
and be the way we were,
without a care,
free to reclaim
what fleeting time can’t steal,
where we can hope once more,
© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2014 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
When we grow young
we find that on upside
to getting wrinkles
is our happiness.
We try no more
to turn the ocean tide —
we ride with it
and readily confess
that there’s one thing
we ever understood,
one truth, yours for the taking:
life is good.
© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2018 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
Sorry for the image of cupcakes in case you’ve given up sweets for Lent. Hang in there, and have a beautiful and rich Lenten Season.
Kids, busy living,
have no use for our
big grownup words —
they know a better way
(the best there is)
to spend this precious hour,
so bite your tongue
and let them fly away.
Let them be children,
though it will not last.
Just let them be.
They’re in that magic place
where time is stalled—
no future yet, no past—
just happy now
shines on the old clock’s face.
© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2013 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
I’ve no weight, I’m a kite,
Fly me high, hold on tight,
Don’t let go of my hand,
Keep your feet on the ground,
Planet Earth’s small and round,
With its oceans and all,
Like a ball.
You are my universe,
Standing firmly, and bound
To the ground.
I am air, I am light,
I am day, I am night,
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?
Burning bright, burning clear,
From this world disappear
In the blink of an eye
You and I.
© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: Marc Chagall, The Promenade (La Promenade) 1917-18; displayed under Fair Use.
Catch you off guard they will—do not repose!—
the pseudo truths that with a pleasant smile
mix their false righteousness with a large dose
of sugarcoated horrors, all the while
destroying those who have the courage to
refuse to drink their poison. This is it:
the sacred curtain has been torn in two,
Heaven awaits, so does the fiery pit.
“Choose you this day whom ye will serve” and fight
for what is worthy, beautiful. Defend,
my Soul, at all costs what is just and right,
never expect this deadly fight to end.
The Evil’s strong, the roots are running deep.
Behold: the brutal winds green valleys sweep.
©2018 Sasha A. Palmer, Sonnet #8 of the Heroic Crown of Sonnets
Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Young Mother (Jeune mère), 1881. Oil on canvas, Overall: 47 3/4 x 33 3/4 in. (121.3 x 85.7 cm). BF15. Public Domain.
- Have you put “writing” on your new year resolutions list?
If you haven’t, maybe you should. Here’s why (just my two cents):
Hope you’ve enjoyed this short read. Feel free to share it.
Happy writing to you!
The world is clothed in winter’s flame,
The quiet—like snow—is deep;
Head crowned with holly, Father Time
Rocks New Year babe to sleep.
© Sasha A. Palmer 2017
Image: Father Time and Baby New Year from Frolic & Fun, 1897, Public Domain
I feel no Christmas, cried a little girl,
I don’t feel any of the Christmas cheer,
the tree is up and lit, the garlands swirl,
and Rudolph leads his pack of swift reindeer,
but I feel nothing. Sobbing would not cease…
Old Santa hugged her, Don’t be sad, my dear,
they are not always real — the things one sees,
what’s real is hidden from the eye, but near.
So close your eyes, put on your largest grin,
unlock your heart and let your Christmas in!
© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Wishing you lots of Christmas cheer!
Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Head (Tête); also called Etude de brodeuse, 1904. Oil on canvas, Overall (lower edge irregular): 15 x 12 3/4 in. (38.1 x 32.4 cm). BF553. Public Domain.