Wednesday, January 30, 2013

inheritance

This ruined garden
begs for your spark.
Recognize the Beloved
face of your heart
in its wild and constant
light. Somewhere
here your treasure
lingers, waiting for
you to understand the
puzzling rune, to
inherit the silent
castle, to love
the lonesome shard
on the cold and
empty floor.

©Laura Sorrells 2013
all rights reserved
Posted by at
Labels: , , , , , , ,

2 comments:

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Search This Blog

Followers

About Me

My photo
Georgia, United States
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.