March 14, 2017

The "Shehekianu" blessing is one that is said whenever one is experiencing something special, for the first time ever, or for the first time in a season.  I think part of learning to feel gratitude is to recognize just how often we have these moments and how often we should consider saying this blessing.


Each day is a new moment

A gift

A revelation

I’ve never seen it before

And I will never see it again

It is a first



The challenge is to remember that

To live each day

In wonder

In amazement

In awe

Thank you, God,

For bringing this day

Full of possibility

And wonder

May I appreciate it

As the blessing it truly is


Natural Epiphanies

March 6, 2017
I wrote this poem a number of years ago, but reworked it a bit recently.  To me it clearly falls into the category of praising creation, as the Psalms do.  This piece is my modern take on that form.

Natural Epiphanies

Among the smokestacks, buildings,
pollutants, steel, 
of my childhood town
God was an abstraction,

But camping in wild hills
of white tails and hemlock
I could feel God's glory.

The stretches of wild blackberries and huckleberries,
The shimmering aspen leaves,
The coy May appl...

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Rust Belt Blues

August 31, 2016
I wrote this poem on visit to my hometown about 10 years ago to see my mother.  The  town is working hard to try to recover from economic hard times and its aging demographics.  I wish the city and all its residents the best in this endeavor.  It was a wonderful place to grow up, and I hope it will be again someday.

Rust Belt Blues

Train tracks go in, out.
The rusting fortress of a factory
darkens the sky.

In its shadow
The old Italian men in sleeveless T-shirts
and black lace-up oxfords
Collect in m...

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Kinship Shows

August 17, 2016
I wrote this poem a number of years ago, thinking about how we reflect those family ties that connect and bind us to each other.  While I never met my grandparents, they were vivid in my mind thanks to the wonderful great aunts and uncles that I did get to meet.  

Kinship Shows

On the sofa
sit Kathy and Eleanor

Their interacting
politely argumentative,
reveals individuality,
yet points up similarities:
beauty shop hair
ironed print dresses
vocal inflections 
shared blindness.

The stories I...

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Bird Songs and Comfort

August 11, 2016

This poem is loosely based on the Hebrew prayer traditionally said upon waking -- Modah Ani.  The focus of the prayer is gratitude to G-d for life and for waking to a new day.

Birdsongs and Comfort

Upon my waking

The pale light of dawn filters through the trees and curtains

Bird songs fill the air

Wrapped in a blanket of comfort and love 

With you by my side

In the still of the morning –

Modah ani –

I am grateful

For the gentle reminders 

That the world can be—

That I can be—

As those birds


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A Prayer for Learning

August 4, 2016
This work is part of another project I am working on.  I am looking at traditional Jewish prayers or blessing, and thinking about them for how they relate to modern days.  I am also trying to imagine which prayers we need now, in our world, that perhaps we haven't given voice to.

Here is one of the first ones I've done.

A Prayer for Learning 

For Melton Class 

Blessed are you, O Lord, our God, Guardian of the Universe, who has sanctified us with your commandments and has commanded us to study th...

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Farm Light

July 20, 2016

Farm Light –

               For Uncle Elmer and Aunt Lorraine

On the road all night

A tightly packed station wagon

The eerie glow of city lights,

Urban wreckage

And smokestack emissions


Lulled to sleep by corn and soy beans

With only the moon and stars

Silent and mystical guardians of the dark

To mark our way


Our entry marked by aroma

Fragrant lilacs

Provide love and welcome


Then the beacon

A halo of light in the prairie

The small illuminated area

Allows us to enter in

Hearth and heart

Between the milk...

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July 19, 2016

I am currently working on several different poetry projects.  I will label each post with which project it fits into.

This poem is one that is a part of a project called (in my head at least) Portrait Gallery.  I am working on poems on various people in my family tree, trying to work on defining who they were and who I am as a result.  This poem is about my father, which I wrote a number of years ago, when I was working at a college 45 minutes from my house.



I drive like my father.

I n...

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About Me

Lydia Schultz I want to work on dreaming, making, reworking, sharing, and exploring poetry. I am both revisiting my older work while struggling to create new pieces.
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