Tuesday, November 5, 2013

a doorway, vanishing

Bring me the prophetic riddle
you have promised.
Reveal to me
the wheel of union, the
spacious all, the
gentle passion of
our tears. A furnace
of love breathes
through the Body’s
warm return. Everyone
here is a fountain,
a desert, a host.
A compass, a likeness,
a branch. A door-
way vanishing into
your speechless,
infinite heart.
----©Laura Sorrells 2013
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  1. Laura, this is beautiful and strikes a chord. I believe a portal opens every time infinity is divided by infinity to equal one. It closes, but reopens for every life that shares the continuum.

  2. Oh, how I love doors. Thank you for this. In John 10:9 - "Jesus said, "I am the door..."

    "The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live." ~Flora Whittenmore

    "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern." ~William Blake


  3. Thank you both. I hope the part about the doorway vanishing isn't confusing. It is what I meant. Geo, yes yes.


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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.