Slowly, a new Medicine gathers
within the rumor of shift.
A confluence of hunter
and forest
is bringing me into
its honeyed abundance.
Stay here with me
in this breathing field
of tender audacity.
The edge of immensity
surrounds us,
expressive and kind
in the blossom of
its unfurling depth.
--lks 6/5/12
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
I put together this found poem from David Abram's book Becoming Animal, which I am still reading and rereading. This is part of what is more or less a series of such poems. They are pretty much love poems to God, for lack of a better description.
within the rumor of shift.
A confluence of hunter
and forest
is bringing me into
its honeyed abundance.
Stay here with me
in this breathing field
of tender audacity.
The edge of immensity
surrounds us,
expressive and kind
in the blossom of
its unfurling depth.
--lks 6/5/12
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
I put together this found poem from David Abram's book Becoming Animal, which I am still reading and rereading. This is part of what is more or less a series of such poems. They are pretty much love poems to God, for lack of a better description.
Again, I finding myself making eye contact with your photo. Tender audacity. The edge of immensity. Those are powerful expressions of God.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I began putting these found poems together last summer and have at times felt shy about posting them. They really are about my own sense of God. I'm glad there have been resonant spots in them for you. and I was pleased with how this photo turned out. It's the forest below my house. It is truly a world unto itself.
ReplyDeleteIn the photo, the tree in the center seems to have an arm that reaches out. And, the blue cast of the image supplies a cool calm.
ReplyDeleteI thought it seemed like an arm too, and the gesture seemed warm despite the coolness of the blue.
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