Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Always We Begin Again

By: ymp

ymp — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:40:48 +0000

A poem didn’t happen in my week, but thank you to everyone else.

By: Diane Trollope

Diane Trollope — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:35:41 +0000

Here I am… Again!

Yes, here I am again
in my wandering
wonder.

How is it that
another fall
has over come me?

I walk a stretched road,
the walk of every
faith, no doubt.

But, my soul
needs a way to
balance my steps.

I rest in the centre
of my God.
Imbibing peace.

May sabbath
time nourish my
healing.

God you always bless
my birth, at
each beginning.

By: Deb

Deb — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 17:01:58 +0000

I posted this poem (and an explanation of how it came to be) here

Longing. Searching. Dreaming. Believing.
God, I know you hold my life in balance,
Please wrest from me my selfishness, my angry words,
My hurting heart..
and heal me.

Standing. Walking. Preaching. Teaching.
Jesus, I hear your words in my ear,
Please show me how to live by example, by serving,
Tear the rough places away…
Use me.

Bowing. Praying. Fasting. Worshiping.
Holy Spirit, I surrender every facet, every part
Please guide me once again into your place for me.
My heart is warmed…
I am resting.
I am listening.
I am at peace.

By: Christine

Christine — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:20:09 +0000

lucy, great quote!

Beth, I love the movement in this poem, both through the possibilities of the day and the physical invitation to stretch beyond ourselves.

Martha Louise, lovely haiku, that last line is very evocative, makes me ponder.

Elaine T, this is an incredible story of resurrection, I agree with Shelley, both disturbing and beautiful.

By: Shelley

Shelley — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 14:26:28 +0000

Elaine T. – you’re poem is both disturbing and beautiful. Seems to touch some place of grief and warmth inside of me. Thank you. Blessings to you on your pilgrimage.

By: Sue

Sue — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:56:56 +0000

(Actually, as I always do, my poem has changed a little since I’ve posted it here

By: Sue

Sue — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:42:21 +0000

Lucy – that is from TS Elliott’s Four Quartets. I have been meaning to reread it again for some weeks, thank you for providing the spur to do so

My contribution:

Always I Begin Again

I lay down after I fell
amongst the rocks. But always
I begin again, scanning skies from
where I bade me look, into the deep well.
In I fell.

Had dragged myself round
amongst the Gedarene tombs.
There she was, she’d tried wrapping
herself in cheap veils made from
Beijing smog.

I enfold the mad Gedarene’s hand.
While we’re gone may He make her
a dress and make us a cairn,
a mark to note the summit of the
beautiful mountain.

By: Elaine T.

Elaine T. — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:02:34 +0000

on the shore

on the shore
between land and water
your body
an inert slab of flesh
struck down by the past year’s griefs
tongue hanging out
heart hanging, clawed out

not even the wild dogs
bother to sniff this log

but gently, inevitably
the soft hands of tiny waves
caress and soothe

Open your eyes
you are in a watercolor of sea and sky

feel the warm rocks
the wisdom-teachers

struggle to your knees
push in your aching heart
take up your driftwood staff

Come
walk your pilgrimage

By: Martha Louise

Martha Louise — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 11:48:10 +0000

Here is a haiku for this week’s Poetry Party. I love the whimsy and wisdom of this cairn! Thank you for these in your self, Christine!

Mere pile of stones
Lifted up from big to small
Pyramid of need.

by Martha Louise Harkness

By: Beth Patterson

Beth Patterson — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 06:37:48 +0000

Beginner’s mind
is nothing more than
waking each moment
as if asleep
stretching and yawning and
doing the Downward Dog
in the sunlight.

Only then to crawl back into
our cozy bed again and
sleep, perchance to dream
of waking and doing a full Sun Salute.