waits for you
in the middle of
its own unrecognized
silent compass.
Your wordless psalm
lets me pray along
with it, all of us
alive together
here in the secret
changes of faith's
transfiguring night.
©Laura Sorrells 2015
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Saturday, April 11, 2015
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- 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.
Beautifully written, Laura, straight from God's heart, to yours to mine. So divine & sublime. xo
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Marion. I am so glad you liked this. From God's heart to mine to yours---I like that. I hope so.
DeletePerceptive and moving poem, Laura. Thank you. As I get older, I realize --and remember-- there are some things in faith, nature and character that are perfected in darkness.
ReplyDeleteIt would seem so. Thank you, Geo. As ever, I appreciate your kind words.
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