Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Inner Compass http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/ Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts Sun, 14 Mar 2010 23:41:56 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Christine Eleanor Merritt http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-17356 Christine Eleanor Merritt Mon, 19 May 2008 18:50:53 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-17356 Weathervane What is that, coming out of the blue, to point me in a new direction? How can something so rigid take me to a flowing place of unknowing? Why would I pay attention to the capricious dance of an inanimate being? My fixed mark comes out of a dark place with no turning, a still light burning. I must turn to see it, and when I do the gaze meets me in mystery. No place but here, no time but now, no one but me and Thou. Weathervane

What is that, coming out of the blue,
to point me in a new direction?

How can something so rigid take
me to a flowing place of unknowing?

Why would I pay attention to
the capricious dance of an inanimate being?

My fixed mark comes out of a dark place
with no turning, a still light burning.

I must turn to see it, and when I do
the gaze meets me in mystery.

No place but here, no time but now,
no one but me and Thou.

]]> By: Deb http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16482 Deb Fri, 02 May 2008 02:33:33 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16482 I posted <a href="http://vaughnblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/poetry-party-17-inner-compass.html" rel="nofollow"> here</a> :) Deb I posted here
:)
Deb

]]> By: Suz http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16472 Suz Thu, 01 May 2008 21:49:08 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16472 Yes, Dylan was first! Now I have downloaded both and got a chance to see your nice site. Yes, Dylan was first! Now I have downloaded both and got a chance to see your nice site.

]]> By: Suz http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16471 Suz Thu, 01 May 2008 21:29:14 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16471 Leah...thank you for reminding me of that song. PP and M, right? I love it and am going to search I-Tunes. Suz Leah…thank you for reminding me of that song. PP and M, right? I love it and am going to search I-Tunes.

Suz

]]> By: Leah http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16432 Leah Thu, 01 May 2008 01:35:34 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16432 here's mine--especially special to have a choice of 4 images this time; thanks as always, christine! http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetry-party-17.html here’s mine–especially special to have a choice of 4 images this time; thanks as always, christine!

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetry-party-17.html

]]> By: lucy http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16409 lucy Wed, 30 Apr 2008 16:19:36 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16409 winds of change where do you begin? is it a whisper in our ear or the roar of a God whose belly fills deep upon the ocean? winds of change where do you begin?
is it a whisper in our ear or
the roar of a God whose belly fills deep
upon the ocean?

]]> By: Suz http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16405 Suz Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:31:46 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16405 No weathervanes in Minnesota. Maybe I better go to Maine. Better yet, I will snuggle inside and seek direction from my Home-ly Mother. No weathervanes

in Minnesota.

Maybe I better go

to Maine.

Better yet,

I will snuggle inside

and seek direction

from my Home-ly Mother.

]]> By: sally http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16391 sally Wed, 30 Apr 2008 12:25:14 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16391 called by the wind i set out for the deep, wondering where she will take me and how far.. such is the mystery of a call called by

the wind

i set out for

the deep,

wondering

where she

will take me

and how far..

such is the

mystery

of a call

]]> By: Tom Delmore http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16358 Tom Delmore Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:37:07 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16358 Compass Stilled He would be my father’s generation Chalky snot, just inside The zipper of his coat, And a milky river that runs A crevasse, cheek to chin. I fumble for my hanky And know he’s not dad So that sticky river Will stay his. The stubble on his face Is an aerial map Of the Tillamook Burn; Growth, clearing, reforestation. Outwardly he has a walker Making his life a push And invading space. He returns More often then Jesus after Resurrection At his stop on thirty-fifth across from the library. He doesn’t ask me to touch Or believe. His inner compass has no captain. Compass Stilled

He would be my father’s generation
Chalky snot, just inside
The zipper of his coat,
And a milky river that runs
A crevasse, cheek to chin.
I fumble for my hanky
And know he’s not dad
So that sticky river
Will stay his.
The stubble on his face
Is an aerial map
Of the Tillamook Burn;
Growth, clearing, reforestation.
Outwardly he has a walker
Making his life a push
And invading space.

He returns
More often then Jesus after Resurrection
At his stop on thirty-fifth across from
the library.
He doesn’t ask me to touch
Or believe.
His inner compass has no captain.

]]> By: Rich http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/comment-page-1/#comment-16345 Rich Tue, 29 Apr 2008 20:09:04 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2008/04/28/invitation-to-poetry-inner-compass/#comment-16345 SACRED COMPASS Wind in my face brings solace to my soul, as I stand at the portal to a sacred world. Ready to journey upward where blood red sunsets signal the desires of my heart to fly. Birds on wing take final spins before indigo darkness sets them to rest. Their soaring flights ignite my imagination giving birth to windswept dreams. A weathervane detects my heart’s movements but cannot reveal the depth of my emotion, just as a conductor leads an orchestra, yet he never stirs our soul like a single, haunting oboe. A mapless journey reveals a new path, so I move where I am led, trusting my heart to take me to the place where I can test my wings against the wind, always mindful of the sacred compass. SACRED COMPASS

Wind in my face brings solace
to my soul, as I stand
at the portal to a sacred world.
Ready to journey upward
where blood red sunsets
signal the desires
of my heart to fly.

Birds on wing take final spins
before indigo darkness
sets them to rest.
Their soaring flights
ignite my imagination
giving birth to windswept dreams.

A weathervane detects
my heart’s movements
but cannot reveal
the depth of my emotion,
just as a conductor leads
an orchestra, yet he never stirs
our soul like a single,
haunting oboe.

A mapless journey reveals a new path,
so I move where I am led,
trusting my heart to take me
to the place where I can test
my wings against the wind,
always mindful of
the sacred compass.

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