approaching the blaze

Remembering
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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written without words

The humble star

you point to

insists on 

revelation.

Free and empty,

my little pilgrim’s

heart celebrates its

shine and what

it shows us:

a family, a seed,

a silent prophet

abiding in the desert;

a herald, bold and holy,

a taste of something

original and wild,

written without words across a living sky.

©Laura Sorrells 2014

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something asking

Something fierce
and patient
is asking for
my story.
Only the secret
you keep
can open its
longing into
the claiming
promise your
stillness teaches
me to need.

©Laura Sorrells 2014
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stirring into

All the busy servants
of your work
are trembling and silent
here in the bloom
of your strange blessing.
Everywhere, the stories
you sent us
are stirring into
a kind of gentle
consummation. Do you
recognize my giddy
heart? Can you
discern how its bones
have made a
spectacle of
waiting? All along
the way you've
talked and burned.
My silence is
the history of adoration,
the secret genius
of losing, a swoon
of thyme and thunderstorm,
the way the mountain smells
as you climb it.
----©Laura Sorrells 2014
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only

My little songs of sorrow
seek the dreams
your silent language
brings me.
No consolation,
no passion,
no murmurs of discernment
in the healing rain.
Only the impossible
whispers of your
heart, impoverished
and empty,
wordless and deep
in the redemptive
determination of
your love.

----©Laura Sorrells 2014
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who?

Who says these
dangerous, lonesome
prayers? You talk
like a creek feasting
on mud. Because of
this conversation, my
life has become a
thirst, a surrendered
flag trembling
in the generosity
of your breath.

----©Laura Sorrells 2013
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first wish

When the thirsty wish
of first daylight
shows its strange
and silent wonder,
you wake in the kindness
that anything can show
you, to the splendid
experiment of Nothing,
countless and singular
with the task
of loving.

----©Laura Sorrells 2013
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