My favorite poems are the ones about ordinary things. It’s easy to rhapsodize about a sunset or spring or love, but what about chopping onions? Today’s poem finds beauty and meaning in the latter. Click here to read “The Traveling Onion” by Naomi Shihab Nye.
God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared […]