Sunday, April 22, 2012

a conversation

Watch for that holy
footprint of fire
you want. Wait for
its kindle
of slowness, its
shiver of wonder
in the naked nightair.
The punctuation of firefly
and hummingbird
is also
a conversation
of love, a tender scribble
of wistful nakedness,
true and constant.
How will you choose
to serve its eruptive

--lks 2012

I culled this found poem from Coleman Barks' collection of his own poetry, Winter Sky.


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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