ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎾᏊ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎬᎵᏱᎵᏒᎣᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ.
Friday, December 14, 2018
uyelvha agadohvsdi 36 / ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 36
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏧᏩᎫᏔᏅᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎾᏊ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎬᎵᏱᎵᏒᎣᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎾᏊ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎬᎵᏱᎵᏒᎣᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᏗᏂᏲᏟ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᏩᎫᏗᏗᏒ.
Thursday, December 13, 2018
I Cling to Whatever Identity I Have
I cling to whatever identity I have,
but I have none,
or I have many.
In the end,
I only have one--
I am human.
I am defined more
by what I am not:
rich, powerful,
a greedy hoarder
of wealth and
power.
In other words,
I am not
a monster.
Fine.
I would rather
be just another
victim, and take
my chances
with every other
sister
and brother.
but I have none,
or I have many.
In the end,
I only have one--
I am human.
I am defined more
by what I am not:
rich, powerful,
a greedy hoarder
of wealth and
power.
In other words,
I am not
a monster.
Fine.
I would rather
be just another
victim, and take
my chances
with every other
sister
and brother.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Monday, December 10, 2018
Psalm 137
By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows,
there in its midst,
we hung our harps.
For there, those who
had taken us captive
requested words of song from us,
those who were afflicting us
demanded joy.
"Sing us some songs
of Zion."
How shall we sing
the Lord's song
on foreign soil?
If I should forget you,
O Jerusalem,
may my right hand
go also to oblivion,
may my tongue
stick to my palate
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem
at the head of all my joy.
Remember,O Lord,
the sons of Edom,
on the day
of Jerusalem,
saying "destroy it,
destroy it,
down to its
foundations."
O daughter of Babylon,
you despoiler,
blessed is the one
who will repay you
for what you have done to us.
Beatus qui tenebit et adlidet
parvulos tuos ad petram.
Copyright © 2018 by Donald Traxler
there we sat and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows,
there in its midst,
we hung our harps.
For there, those who
had taken us captive
requested words of song from us,
those who were afflicting us
demanded joy.
"Sing us some songs
of Zion."
How shall we sing
the Lord's song
on foreign soil?
If I should forget you,
O Jerusalem,
may my right hand
go also to oblivion,
may my tongue
stick to my palate
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem
at the head of all my joy.
Remember,O Lord,
the sons of Edom,
on the day
of Jerusalem,
saying "destroy it,
destroy it,
down to its
foundations."
O daughter of Babylon,
you despoiler,
blessed is the one
who will repay you
for what you have done to us.
Beatus qui tenebit et adlidet
parvulos tuos ad petram.
Copyright © 2018 by Donald Traxler
Sunday, December 9, 2018
Length of Years
Length of years
is no excuse for anything,
but rather
to the contrary.
How long does it take
to learn the lessons
of many lifetimes?
is no excuse for anything,
but rather
to the contrary.
How long does it take
to learn the lessons
of many lifetimes?
We Are Life
We are life
and the mystery
of life.
We are the sunrise
and the sunset,
and the heat
of noon.
We are the year
with all its seasons,
fate with all its reasons,
and peace
and war.
But we do not
know it.
and the mystery
of life.
We are the sunrise
and the sunset,
and the heat
of noon.
We are the year
with all its seasons,
fate with all its reasons,
and peace
and war.
But we do not
know it.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
That Which Lives
That which lives
behind the light
and shadow,
behind the forms,
is ancient,
and cannot be
contained,
cannot be
suppressed,
or laid
to rest.
When it wakes,
it makes
all new.
behind the light
and shadow,
behind the forms,
is ancient,
and cannot be
contained,
cannot be
suppressed,
or laid
to rest.
When it wakes,
it makes
all new.
