Sunday, March 22, 2015

hidden and emptied

The hidden breath of faith
murmurs a lonely
little prayer
in the unmoving cave
of my emptied
heart. Listen to its silent
passion and
surround its shape
with your radiant
Paschal love.

©Laura Sorrells 2015
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  1. Paschal mystery involves several parts of Jesus leaving the world. You mention a cave from which something essential and personal has risen. As an old gardener, I remember Christ was mistaken, after the stone rolled back, for a workman hoeing weeds, giving directions to those who didn't recognize him. Ampliative process, the enigma was universal.

  2. oh, wow. ampliative. I didn't know that word. several parts---yes, I suppose so. I have often wondered about why he wasn't recognized, so many times. but who knows the mysteries of transfiguration and vision?

    1. Why wasn't he recognized? Who looks at the gardener?

    2. Good point, I suppose. In that situation, I am sure I would have been distracted, too.

  3. Lovely poem and a nice, haunting, photo.


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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