Saturday, April 14, 2012

Second Person

Your holy story
creates a perfect spin,
a hoop of surrender,
broken and hushed.
Spirit exhales a shining
In the silent garden, a vespers
raises a flicker of invitation.
Beloved, remain with
my flame, that I
might steep in the secret, yielding
breath I am beginning
to enter.

--©Laura Sorrells 2012
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  1. The photo and the images of the poem go together and create a sense of the holy.

  2. I am glad. this one just came to me, found me rather than me finding it, for once.

  3. Actually, hearing Coleman Barks read last night may have had something to do with it.

  4. Holy, vespers, invitation, flame, breath. Spiritual indeed. Even the egg shell speaks of transformation. For me, expressions such as this, whether in words or in photographs, do seem to find me, rather than the other way around. Thanks for sharing it.

  5. Thank you, Deepr. I am glad you enjoyed it. The weekend was spent at an Interfaith Contemplative Conference, and it was really an amazing experience.

  6. Remain with my flame... What a beautiful desire


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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