.
Poems by my grandmother, Ernestine Cobern Beyer, that my beloved Mom, Barbara Beyer Malley, and I both love:
The Measure
The strong warm hand, the broad and steady shoulder,
The face you love grown dearer, kinder, older,
The comrade-glance, the peace, the burden-sharing,
The well-loved voice, the touch, the tender caring . . .
O, you who have this, guard it well and treasure it,
For only when you’ve lost it can you measure it!
Stars
The stars maintain eternal espionage
Above the earth, light centuries away.
To them our globe seems but a brief mirage
Created in experimental play.
In cosmic calm, indifferent, they beam
On good and evil, tears and wars and scars;
Earth–are you but a transitory dream
Envisioned by the cool and timeless stars?
Note from KMM: Let’s all do what we can to ensure that life on earth is not transitory. Protect Mother Earth. Fight climate change. Conserve. Recycle. Follow the lead of California and go solar.
And for more poetry and prose from my grandmother, my mother, and me, find The Path.
