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.

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  1. Geo.March 22, 2015 at 9:03 PM

    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.

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  2. LauraMarch 23, 2015 at 5:56 PM

    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?

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    1. Geo.March 23, 2015 at 7:11 PM

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

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    2. LauraMarch 25, 2015 at 6:16 PM

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

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  3. sageMarch 27, 2015 at 4:34 AM

    Lovely poem and a nice, haunting, photo.

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  4. LauraMarch 27, 2015 at 8:39 PM

    Thank you, sage.

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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.