Saturday, October 15, 2011


A radical acoustics of truth
rises in innocent clarity.
The delicious gate of desire
reveals an apophatic weather
of unexpected peace.
At last, I learn
the visceral work
of exquisite silence.

The moon is made of salt,
not sugar.

©Laura Sorrells 2011
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This latest found poem, such as it is, came together from the pages of Sara Maitland's A Book of Silence.


  1. "an apophatic weather of unexpected peace."
    What a great turn of words!

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  3. "A radical acoustics of truth arises in innocent clarity" has been ringing through my head since I read this last night. This poem is spectacular! So musical and smooth. The rhythm seems close to some TS Elliot I've been reading of late, or maybe even Poe-esc (with a different theme than either authors would likely write) Simply beautiful!

  4. Thank you very much. It's what's been happening with me lately. I'm so pleased you found it beautiful.

  5. Lovely. "the visceral work
    of exquisite silence."

  6. Beautiful, intertwining lines. I listen and look in stillness with at this meditative image.

  7. Thank you both. I'm glad y'all like this.


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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at or