and patient
is asking for
my story.
Only the secret
you keep
can open its
longing into
the claiming
promise your
stillness teaches
me to need.
©Laura Sorrells 2014
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014
something asking
and patient
is asking for
my story.
Only the secret
you keep
can open its
longing into
the claiming
promise your
stillness teaches
me to need.
©Laura Sorrells 2014
all rights reserved
Friday, April 12, 2013
all hours
its paradox. Your
ordinary, vivid love
tells me something about
beauty every time
I feel you speak.
Nowhere else
is where you are.
All Hours are our
oracles, our teachers,
our speechless, wrestling
angels in the
silent dark.
----©Laura Sorrells 2013
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Monday, April 8, 2013
the possibility of dogwood
The
possibility of dogwood
sings
in the simple
prayer
you whisper.
Our
family of sassafras
and
wind, of bloodroot
and mourning cloak,
announces the violent
and blessed
and mourning cloak,
announces the violent
and blessed
claims of birth
and
breathing. The scrutiny
of
lilies and thunderheads
always
finds me, always
remembers
how I burn
like
a desert without
you,
and how
your healing fire
declares
itself
again
and again
in
the living thirst of
your
breath.
----©Laura Sorrells 2013
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This found poem came from Pattiann Rogers' book The Dream of the Marsh Wren: Writing as Reciprocal Creation.
Monday, October 1, 2012
music and silence
humming with the sound of hornets' ghosts.
Every day I hear the beloved music of the
Earth. The silence is a scarlet oar
taking me through the weather.
Already the bright field of you
blooms in a music of fog and hawk,
the quiet birthday of thistles,
the gentle parent of geese and peonies.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
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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.