While We Wait…

While we wait for the world to improve,
we might as well hope.
While we wait for wars to end,
we might as well love.
While we wait to die,
we might as well live.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell

Photo of the Indian Memorial at Little Bighorn by Karen Molenaar Terrell.

I’m Living in a Rainy Christmas

I’m living in a soggy Christmas
just like the ones I’ve known before
where toddlers jump in puddles
and puppies give wet cuddles
and muddy boots are lined up by the door.

Oh, I’m living in a sloshy Christmas
with a fire burning in the stove
and my tea is steaming
and Christmas movies are streaming
and family’s here for a good coze.

I’m living in a soggy Christmas
with every Christmas card I write,
“May the raindrops pitter-patter
and our dreams for peace matter,
and may all our Christmases be bright.”

Karen Molenaar Terrell

All the Good Is Still Here

Quiet and still,
before the family is up,
I turn the lights on
the Christmas tree
and sit in its cheery glow.
I wrap myself all up
in the soft blanket of Love
and feel Her enveloping
the world in peace and hope.

I sip my lemon ginger tea
with honey, and contemplate
Christmases past when the sons
were youngsters, and my parents
were still with us.
Yesterday I was feeling sad
about the absence of parents
and friends who’ve gone on –
but in this moment I feel them
still with me and I hug them all
in my thoughts and smile
at their still-nearness.

Love is never lost.
All the good of then
is still with me here.
Karen Molenaar Terrell

Christmas Lights

We Are Rays of the Same Sun

We are words in the same poem.
We are notes in the same song.
We are cells of the same body.
We are rays of the same sun.
We are brushstrokes in the same painting.
We’re all a part of the One.

-Karen Molenaar Terrell

Rainbow Over the Skagit Flats

There Is Magic Out There!

We sit at a table outside the restaurant
and chat and watch people pass by
and there is magic out there!

A young man with a bright smile
walks by, holding a small bouquet.
I smile at him and point to the flowers,
and he grins and says, “A first date.”
“That’s so sweet!” I say, and his smile
gets even brighter.

A little chap of three or four walks by
with his mom and he turns and looks
at me and I wave. He waves back,
serious about our exchange – a little man.
My heart melts.

A woman passes by with her grandbaby –
she sees our grandma faces light up
and brings her little one to our circle
so we can share in her grandmother-joy.
She is not called “Grandma” she tells us –
she is “Nanna” and she is enjoying
her last days with her grandbaby
before he moves to the east coast
with his parents. All of our grandbabies
live out of state and we understand
what she’s feeling right now.
“Enjoy these precious moments,” I say,
and she nods and smiles and hugs
her grandbaby close before moving on.

At the table next to us there is a baby
in a stroller and she smiles at me and gives
me high fives with both her feet and hands
all at once. A high twenty!
Such joy!

And now the man who’d had the bouquet
walks by on the other side of the street.
He is with his date and they are laughing
and chatting and getting to know each other.
He sees me watching and waves and grins
and I wave back.

Magic everywhere!
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

Do You Feel It, Too?

Do you feel it, too?
There’s something of import
in the wind. Something

bigger than we’ve known.
A reckoning. A waking.
A transformation.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

Humbled by Love

I woke up in the dark,
thinking my thoughts,
finishing conversations
in my head and presenting
my bullet points to prove
I’m right, then – snap! –
in an instant all of the talking
in my head stopped
and Love said, “I am here.”

I am humbled by Love.

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

The Cloud Will Pass

I feel the shadow of depression
moving in and I’m filled
with dread and fear –
my instinct to turn and flee.
But instead I pause, take a breath,
and face the shadow – see
it for what it is – just a cloud
floating by. It will pass.
It won’t last.
But I will.

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

“Where Was God?”

A dear friend asks me “Why?
Where was God?”
And I struggle to find an answer.
I try to go metaphysical –
“Darkness doesn’t have a source,”
I say. “It’s just the absence of light.”
I say, “Blaming God, Love, for this
is like blaming the light
for the darkness –
blaming Love for hate,
blaming Truth for lies.”
And I believe what I’m saying, but…

I don’t have the magic words
that are going to ease the pain,
mend broken hearts, bring clarity
to what’s unfathomable.

Here’s what I have: I can love.
I can love like there’s no tomorrow.
And that’s what I offer.
Love is here.

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

“And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”
– I Kings

The World Wakes

Feel the presence of Love,
surrounding, abounding,
infinite, undiluted, never-ending
Good, filling all space and thought.
Behold the light rising on a new day,
steadily filling the darkness as it comes –
irresistible, unstoppable, invincible,
unflappable.

The birds stir and sing in a new morning.
A gentle breeze filled with the fragrance
of sweet life wafts by us.
The world wakes.

-Karen Molenaar Terrell