Tuesday, May 22, 2012

giving up

You alone know how to sing
the green ferment
my darkness wants.
I am giving up the old
calendar of scatter
and waste. The ardent
nowhere of God is all
the kiss my impatient
beggar's heart
can bear.

©Laura Sorrells 2012
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I took this found poem from Rilke's Book of Hours, the Anita Barrows/Joanna Macy translation.


  1. A spoken hymn, unadorned by music, and cruciform shadows on a dark green leaf. There is temple and ritual enough for us all. Nicely assembled!

  2. Naturally, I didn't even notice, consciously, the cruciform shadows. I am glad you liked 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 riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.