Welcome to the Abbey’s 52nd Poetry Party!
I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem. Scroll down and add it in the comments section below. Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog (if you have one) and encourage others to come join the party! (permission is granted to reprint the image if a link is provided back to this post)
On Sunday, August 14th, I will draw a name at random from the participants and the winner will receive a copy of one of my two newest books The Artist’s Rule: Nurturing Your Creative Soul with Monastic Wisdom or Lectio Divina–The Sacred Arts: Transforming Words and Images into Heart-Centered Prayer.
For several years now I have been drawn to the possibility of living abroad again. During college I studied in Paris for a semester and while growing up, my father worked at the United Nations and we often traveled back to Vienna for summers where my grandparents lived. My father died fifteen years ago and in recent years I have made several journeys to Austria and Latvia, both countries where he grew up, as a part of a journey of healing our relationship and coming to a deeper understanding of his story, and therefore my own.
Last Christmas I traveled once more to Vienna and ended up in the hospital with a life-threatening condition and as terrifying as it all was, in these months since I can’t help but feel like it was also an experience of initiation toward something deeper in my life which I haven’t yet even been able to name. Now I am in the process of applying to regain the dual citizenship I once held with Austria as a child, another step on the journey. It feels important to claim that identity for myself in this way. It also opens up the possibility of living in Vienna in the future and makes work permits and health insurance so much simpler. So I continue to follow the call of this great journey and my husband and I are taking steps toward the possibility of a sabbatical abroad beginning next summer. Embracing this next part of the journey fills me with joy and anticipation, but also a healthy dose of fear and trembling. As Phil Cousineau wisely writes in The Art of Pilgrimage, “Ancient wisdom suggests if you aren’t trembling as you approach the sacred, it isn’t the real thing. The sacred, in its various guises as holy ground, art, or knowledge, evokes emotion and commotion.”
The photo for our Poetry Party is of a cairn I created from lava rocks while hiking across a caldera at Kilauea on the Big Island of Hawaii earlier this summer, one of the world’s most active volcanoes. Cairns are human-created piles of rocks left to mark trails and landmarks; they help to point the way. All great journeys require risk and sacrifice so the cairns of our lives help to remind us that we are moving in the right direction despite our doubts and fears. They may come in the form of synchronicities, or a sense of equanimity and joy, or an intuition that we are following a golden thread which leads us forward.
I invite you to write a poem about your own great journeys whether ones you have already taken or the ones you dream about. What are the markers along the way that remind you it is all worth it? What are the risks you must take to follow the loud beating of your heart?
44 Responses
Last time I met them
Their eyes were filled with joy
Ten years they had longed
and hoped
and often wept
Now life moved within her
The journey promise-filled.
I met them last night
Her eyes exhaustion-dimmed
Three years they had loved
and prayed
and hardly slept
Life had delivered a
Journey heavy-laden.
We sat together
Their eyes reflected pain
Yet also fierce love
and joy
and always hope:
Beautiful, gene-scarred boy
Your journey will be shared.
Thank you for these most amazing poems and the ever-gracious invitation to contribute.
Between Heaven and Earth, The Journey
deep in our DNA
resides the holy compass
our flight corridor
below us
land and sea
and sea and sea
and land
for our journey
we need only our wings
outspread
our tiny fearless hearts that
beat and beat
we fly together
an embroidery across the sky
held aloft by divine design
searing across continents
a covenant
a chiaroscuro
a witness
a radiant display
of celestial love
between heaven and earth
I have been thinking of directions lately, collecting pictures of compasses…now this comes across my path. . . beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
The wandering meandering path that seemingly has no end
Yet at an unexpected turn there is an exquisite flower in bloom between the rocks
Then the cry of the blue heron as she takes flight over the path
Keep following, keep watching, keep listening, keep living
Ten years
They came with bulldozers
and cranes to remove
the cairn, the waymarker
you left for us
Not milepost or guide, except
perhaps to say
“not this way” that
pile of rocks and
rubble and grief
marked a change
my brothers you went
in exactly the wrong
direction
I will pray
for you for your
victims
You have marked us
Hello Christine, thank you once again for the invitation. This is my poem.
BEGIN AGAIN
you can begin again
let go and let the water carry you
like setting off into the air, as light as a bird
you have all that you need
let go and let the water carry you
the companionship of the poet spirit Hafiz, who sends fire and courage
you have all that you need
the courage to free wheel through the sky, shrieking with poetry
like setting off into the air, as light as a bird
you can begin again
MY? JOURNEY
You held me in your arms
You whispered in my ear
“Be not afraid”
You sent me on a journey
my path laid out stone by stone
by You
I walk the path
darkness on one side
light on the other
One path-one journey
many stones-light, dark
moving forward into the unknown