Monday, October 1, 2012

music and silence

The glowing wind arrives full of sky,
humming with the sound of hornets' ghosts.
Every day I hear the beloved music of the
Earth. The silence is a scarlet oar
taking me through the weather.
Already the bright field of you
blooms in a music of fog and hawk,
the quiet birthday of thistles,
the gentle parent of geese and peonies.

©Laura Sorrells 2012
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  1. Gorgeous, amazing poem and photo, Laura. Thank you for sharing your awesome world & words with us. xo

  2. you're very welcome. I'm glad you continue to enjoy them.


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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 or