
Preface by Margaret's Daughter:
My mother said she never talked about her feelings
to her parents. In the 1920's or 30's I suppose this was common.
I think of the stern photographs from the early part of that century,
when emotion was not yet on the surface as it is most of these days.
Mom was kind of proud of not "wearing her heart
on her sleeve." Was she taking after her father? Like many
women of the patriarchal age, she opted to emulate her father's
intellect and political views. Her mother seemed both emotional
and unsteady, hallmarks of the feminine stereotype. (Never mind
that her unsteadiness had resulted from neurological damage in a
car accident.) The feminine path seemed somehow inferior.
Yet inside Mom, from her early teenage on, a passionate
spiritual and emotional life swept her along. Nature evoked such
a strong response in her, direct and unfiltered, that she might
be called a pantheist. But it did lead her to God, that One who
lifted her out of herself and provided a constant source of inspiration.
Her nature poems often transform into prayer.
These poems have allowed me to see inside an otherwise
shy and reserved person, to glimpse the yearning, aspiration, passion
and inspiration of the poet. I hope the reader too comes to know
and share this poet's inner life.
Marti Dimock
From my newly-lit heart,
I will reach out to bless
Kinfolk—strangers—enemies no less.
Let the light shine!
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