Wednesday, July 23, 2014

feast and fidelity

Everyone here is waiting
for the audacious touch
of your fire. Our only
words are songs.
We hear your longing
and return it,
a courageous trust,
a fidelity,
a proclamation,
a feast.
We are ready
for your unruly
tenderness. We beg
for the dangerous
encounter we were
born to affirm.
Somewhere, someone
is already remembering
the child's obedient
poverty, the wild
and willing freedom
every birth invites.

-----©Laura Sorrells 2014
all rights reserved


  1. You address the universe with such passion and tenderness. I am presented with an astonishment that can't be experienced all at once. Good argument in favor of a farther reality than the one we negotiate here, now. My compliments and admiration.

  2. Amazing, Laura. Love this line..."Our only words are songs..." This rings a bell deep in my spirit. Thanks for sharing your poetry. It's always healing... xo

  3. I just wish it paid something. No, I didn't type that....thanks, both of you. I am glad it's healing, and it makes my day to read your kind comments.


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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