Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Practicing Resurrection

By: Terri Stewart

Terri Stewart — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 20:48:20 +0000

Echoes of Beethoven’s Ninth
as I run joyfully
to you.
Sprinkled with sounds
of child-like laughter
bubbling.
Creating the moment
of opening.
In that liminal
place between land and sky
ashes and baptism.

By: tinkerbell the bipolar faery

tinkerbell the bipolar faery — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 06:22:21 +0000

Richard ~ your poem is wonderful. I like the title of your blog, too. Congrats to you (I could not comment on your blog, so I leave the comment here).

To all poets here, lovely words. They all inspired me in some way.

By: Christine

Christine — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 21:52:54 +0000

Martha Louise, thanks for being willing to try, you did beautifully. Email me if you need help with the copying and pasting, I can let you know how that works if you have a PC (not a Mac). There is such a glorious joyfulness to your words!

Kathy, crows are one of the harbingers of wisdom for me as well and you have written an exquisite ode to the transformation of our ability to see and the crow’s gift to us.

Laure, thank you for this stunning evocation of the dawn, the gift of the One who is the morning star. Your poem makes my heart rise.

Thank you again to all of the beautiful poets who gather here and bless this space with your words.

By: Laure

Laure — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:53:43 +0000

morning settles on the hills,

the earth catches the sky

then holds it there,

the day goes on,

a row of trees agree to name the place,

fallen.

i rise.

By: Kathy Flugel Colle

Kathy Flugel Colle — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 03:39:03 +0000

The glossy iridescence of the sleek crow
showers resurrection into life
that looked black from a distance.
You are my messenger.
You are my reminder of the isness of all things.
You, who are as common as mud,
luminous spectre
I ascend with you, blind no longer,
to the myriad prisms we scatter into
if only we risk to look more deeply.

By: Pam McCauley

Pam McCauley — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 16:21:34 +0000

For Richard -

Your poem was very moving and vivid. Before the poem, you wrote, “resurrection has been a tangible thing rather than a concept”. It is clear that you know this story in your bones. It is a wonderful thing to be able to recognize this gift of starting again in our lives.

Alhamdulilah!
Pam

By: SingingOwl

SingingOwl — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 14:01:44 +0000

I love the poetry party! Just saying! Beautiful stuff, everyone.

By: John

John — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 11:41:30 +0000

Christine,

I awoke to a few edits in mind; the revision is on my blog.

Thanks again for the prompt,
John (Dirty Shame)

By: Martha Louise

Martha Louise — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 11:39:01 +0000

Okay. I’m trying this new process of writing in the “Comments” section. Hope this works! It’s my only copy of this new poem. It’s frustrating for me, that I can’t seem to cut and paste. Maybe that’s teaching me something, too. ML.

Having had my feet washed
on Thursday, His tender feet
pierced on Friday,
Monday morning We leap forward,
(lights blink briefly in an empty tomb
my past life echoes no more)
TODAY sings praise into the dawn!
Hope says “Come away with me”
and I will, my rested feet land on the floor, skipping
I will dance and sing “Come away with me,”
a new life has begun
my feet are Light
This is our song: Our God reigns!

By: Lynne

Lynne — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 09:12:46 +0000

Now, I post my poem here as well as linking it with that cute thingummy?
I’m Lynne, from Sydney Australia (where Easter comes in autumn), and I’m glad I found this blog. The poems I’ve just read, and the lives that lie behind them, are truly awesome ..

Resurrection

I shall no longer shadow-lurk
In the dim, grim darkness,
In my manifold mortality:
He has rolled away the stone.

Here, eager-footed forwards,
Into laughter-chiming light
While the waves call alleluia
And the world is glory-glad.

Not looking back, tomb-tethered,
When His wonder stretches forth
Fluid as love Himself,
Deep as desire.

Someday, star-dancing,
All is finally finished,
Now, in this liminal loveliness
Learning faith’s footing.

Embrace awaits, at the end of the sand journey,
Plunging into Him,
Knowing Life lives, grace-cadenced,
In my Lord.