Sunday, March 23, 2014

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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3 comments:

  1. Geo.March 23, 2014 at 4:56 PM

    Stunning. Indeed a "living sky" expressing fundamental forces as our garden circles the sun. We seem to be both what reads and what is written.

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  2. MarionMarch 24, 2014 at 2:28 PM

    How rare to taste something "original and wild". Awesome photo and beautiful write, Laura. I saw my first hummingbirds this past week. I never get tired of their sudden arrival every March. I ran and cleaned up my feeders and filled them. It's a joy to feed these little bundles of flying color and energy. Happy Spring!! xo

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  3. LauraApril 19, 2014 at 1:43 PM

    Thank you all. Geo, yes, both things. The seeker and what is sought. Marion, I wish the bears around here didn't like hummingbird sugar water as much as they do! Happy spring back to all of you.

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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.