Saturday, June 9, 2012

the air in a garden

All the shy green fire
of your vulnerable knowing
hums like the immaculate
havoc of God
in a field of light
and silence.

The seeds of a restless
delight are
remembering how
to love the world.

Your beginning
is enough,
imperishable and
absolute,
a lion gentled
by the air
in a garden.

--©Laura Sorrells 2012
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8 comments:

  1. Deepr WatrJune 9, 2012 at 3:27 PM

    I've read this poem five times, now. For me, the whole thing pivots on the word "remembering." On a different day, maybe the fulcrum would be elsewhere.

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  2. LauraJune 9, 2012 at 6:57 PM

    Very interesting. It makes me happy that you read it five times. This one kind of just came along. It kind of feels like self-talk, but not altogether. I am not sure it makes sense in terms of the pronouns I know. Recently I had the idea that the word "God" is a sort of pronoun for me. it brings all the others into it completely.

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    1. Deepr WatrJune 11, 2012 at 7:25 PM

      I appreciate the poem not for some meaningful whole, but for the metaphors that point toward God and give some notion of what God is like. "God" as a pronoun. . . that also provokes thought. I'm still meditation on "God" as a verb (suggested by a theologian -- I cannot recall which one).

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  3. sageJune 10, 2012 at 5:37 AM

    Imperishable and absolute, a lion gentled... lovely lines and a beautiful poem.

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  4. MarionJune 10, 2012 at 11:41 AM

    Just wow. Your title grabbed me and the poem was like reading a lullaby. The air in my garden is pure heaven to me (very lemony & minty due to my love of citrus-smelling herbs & 9 varieties of Mint.) To me, God and Light are interchangeable. Thank you for sharing this. xo

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  5. LauraJune 10, 2012 at 12:34 PM

    sage and Marion, thank you both. I am so happy y'all liked this. I like it when things just come along like this one did. Marion, I think of the scent of rosemary (mostly on my hands) and mint and the wet earth and maybe a little bit of magnolia around the edges.

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  6. StratozJune 25, 2012 at 6:02 AM

    Thank you for sharing your words

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  7. LauraJuly 1, 2012 at 5:39 PM

    You are very welcome.

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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.