POETRY. a good way to reflect on the resurrection.
Poetry. a full word.
Let us step in and explore the resting and presence poetry can unfold or unveil.
Listening and then just maybe writing.
I welcome you in.
A simple definition of poetry, or an invitation of exploration sounds like this:
Poetry—
“literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experiences or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.”
Evoking awareness is the beauty of reading or writing poetry for listening and discerning where God is in your life and how He is at work—nurturing, healing, restoring, redeeming, just loving you and me.
This month, I invite you to read a poem much like that of Lectio Divina. A slow reading of a poem three times and giving space in-between to be still, listen for God’s loving voice to you.
Noticing what words or phrases stand out. And within the silences, prayerfully listen and trust the Spirit to reveal, engulf, feel, and offer you consolation or release.
I offer you a poem below or choose one from your own shelf.
Or google one from the poetryfoundation.org site.
Excerpt from The Icon Tree
(one of her poems p. 107) M. L’Engle
As I sit looking at the shot-at tree
The rough wound opens and grows strange and deep
Within the wood, till suddenly I see
A galaxy aswirl with flame. I do not sleep
And yet I see a trillion stars speed light
In every-singing dance within the hole
Surrounded by the tree. Each leaf’s alight
With flame. And then a burning living coal
Drops hissing in the brook, and all the suns
Burst outward in their joy, and the shot child.
Like the great and flaming tree, runs
With fire and water, and alive and wild
Gentle and strong, becomes the wounded tree.
Lord God! The icon’s here, alive and free.
I welcome you in:
Try writing a poem of your own. It may be free verse or rhyme, or something quite more.
I invite you to take the risk, be courageous, explore your voice within—God’s loving gift. Enjoy you and Him in this new togetherness.
Inside tomb Outside
Faint. Distance. Silence.
A trio waiting.
When light,
will you,
come?
Where color is revealed
in distinct variations,
Love rises in the Light.
Coming so effortless,
not seeking its own.
A Just,
love.
Black a colorful love,
Meld through distance.
Silently,
just.
Beating like a steady rhythm,
Until a crack,
light breaking the sound barrier.
Creation,
silent.
Colors of sky, landscape,
creatures,
A voice says to all “Live!”
For life IS
good, creation.
Be ready, step by step,
vivid rainbows,
touching all colors.
For I AM the Light.
Creator, I Come.
by m r n
