Wednesday, January 25, 2017

soul of the earth--By jani johe webster--(In Memory-May 2013)--United States

soul of the earth

words measured in time
but also time measured
by words
as the autumn leaf
becomes its first snowflake
the first bud of spring
is summer's flower

the new year of january first
is suddenly the old year
of the last day of december

something has come    has gone
for as we touch our first
blade of grass
we also touch our shining star
    of     eternity

My beloved Mother's poetry always carried a sense of timelessness and a longing for, and honoring of, eternity.  She was able to see the soul of all things, and will always be one of my great teachers.                                    ~~Nila J. Webster~~


  1. Dear Jani,
    I was drawn in first by your title, then captured by your content--"as the autumn leaf/becomes its first snowflake"
    Thank you,

  2. Thank you to Nila for continuing her mother's poems and for Karen to continue to publish them!

  3. Thanks for this work of art Nila, I remember not so long ago watching
    my great teacher and mother pass.