Tuesday, June 5, 2012

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


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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.

4 comments:

  1. Again, I finding myself making eye contact with your photo. Tender audacity. The edge of immensity. Those are powerful expressions of God.

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  2. Thank 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.

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  3. In 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.

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  4. I thought it seemed like an arm too, and the gesture seemed warm despite the coolness of the blue.

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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.