Saturday, February 8, 2014

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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4 comments:

  1. MarionFebruary 9, 2014 at 8:25 AM

    A wonderful write, Laura. Yes to a 'kind of gentle consummation.' Thanks for sharing your words and awesome photos. I always enjoy reading/seeing them. xo

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  2. LauraFebruary 11, 2014 at 6:05 PM

    Thank you for your kind comment. I do appreciate it, Marion. Sorry I am just now seeing it.

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  3. Geo.March 9, 2014 at 3:54 PM

    You do a service to those of us no longer strong enough to climb mountains, or who never have been, in this distillate of thyme and thunderstorm. Most kind!

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  4. LauraDecember 29, 2014 at 7:23 PM

    Wow, can't believe I am just now seeing this comment, Geo. thank you kindly.

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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 riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.