Monday, July 16, 2012

softer than

The language of slipstream and bridal veil
slides across some holy threshold,
a breath softer than the Spanish
songs that punctuate my dreams.
The patience of God shivers
in the ordinary shapes of grotto
and fern, dusky and wild
like the mystery
of rain summoned by prayer.
Everything is willing to be itself.
Whose forever can hold
such sweet chaos,
such grace?

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4 comments:

  1. erinJuly 16, 2012 at 7:00 PM

    !
    such sweet chaos,
    such grace

    i am left wondering at the shiver of god's patience.

    xo
    erin

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  2. sageJuly 16, 2012 at 7:37 PM

    Very beautiful!

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  3. LauraJuly 16, 2012 at 8:06 PM

    I don't know why Her patience would shiver, but i think it must sometimes. I am glad y'all like this.

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  4. LauraJuly 16, 2012 at 8:06 PM

    Sometimes of course it's his patience. it just felt like hers to me tonight....

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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.