Sunday, May 11, 2014

approaching the blaze

the shy dream
of your Presence,
I savor a tender
spinning, which
keeps your obscurity
distant, your response
an imagined
shiver. How can I
approach the abiding
blaze of your Body?
Only in a secret
life of abandonment
and love. Only the
speechless for-
ever of your
absence can make
me whole.

©Laura Sorrells 2014
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  1. Powerful! I think of Mevlana, but this poem draws from personal experience. Unless I miss my guess there is a huge decision in it.

  2. As ever, your insight is keen. Thank you for the Rumi comment. Huge decision---yes, I suppose so. Bizarrely, it seems to involve Africa....will write more about this soon.

  3. I come back and back and ponder... The worlds are lovely and almost as mysterious as the divine one.

  4. Thank you for your consideration of them, sage.


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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