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Invitation to Poetry: Entering the Desert’s Fire

Welcome to our 44th Poetry Party!

I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your poems or other reflections. Add your responses in the comments section.  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)

Poetry Party Theme: Entering the Desert’s Fire

This week the Christian liturgical season of Lent begins on Ash Wednesday.  For 40 days we are invited on an inner pilgrimage which parallels the desert journey Jesus made before he began his public ministry.  In the Hebrew and Christian scriptures the desert is a place of preparing our hearts, of stripping away of false securities, of radical surrender, and of invitation to transformation.  The Israelites wandered in the Sinai desert for 40 years and the early Christian monks went out into the desert to find a place of profound solitude and silence.  The desert is an archetypal place where we confront our inner demons and are purified and transformed by the its heat.

I invite you this week to write a poem about your own invitation to enter the refiner’s fire – in alchemy lead is transformed into gold through heat and this becomes a metaphor for the human soul.  What is the lead within you ready to be transformed into something treasured?

The poem could be a blessing for the journey ahead or an invocation of your deepest longings for this sacred time.  Allow yourself to feel the desert heat as you write and invite in its power to spark, ignite, and illuminate the world.

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50 Responses

  1. “Rend Your Heart and Not Your Garments”

    I open my heart
    I lay the deepest part of me
    open on this altar
    that is within me

    I give You my all
    My entire being, My soul
    Dear Father I pour out
    my grief, fear, anxiety
    as alibation, an offering

    All that I am, all that has
    brought me to this place
    I give to You Dear Father
    Take me as I am

    Turn me, spin me
    Break me, mold me
    I am open, my heart
    lays on this altar
    I am Yours

  2. Rumi said “break the legs of what I want to happen”

    And so it is that I find my path to the Source

    Made more fortunate,

    Actually enlivened

    By the losses,

    And inspired

    By the despair.

    Because as a desert traveler, my first glance of the oasis and

    My parched throat make me crawl in a much straighter line

    Than she whose lips are wet.

  3. Entering the Desert’s Fire

    Dusk is cold and damp
    as the darkness rises
    slowly, reluctantly
    from its earthly sleep.

    Rolling forth its light
    the pubescent orb
    to friend, and foe,
    lends heat and sight.

    Silent breath is braced,
    against the cruel rush
    of the desert’s fire,
    to defend the night’s faith.

    Thinking tonight of our soldiers, their families, and their chaplains.

  4. What a lovely way to spend Friday morning.

    Chrysty–you are a poet. Hold onto that.

    There seems to be a great many messages of “I AM.” Ubuntu theology says “I am because we are.” Connections.

  5. I lay now
    Muted moss covered
    Veiled, if you will.

    But once I was molten
    Once I was part of the Heart.
    I knew.

    Cooled now,
    waiting for the inevitable.
    Not by any means dead.
    Only resting.

  6. Desert beckons
    Fire calls
    Warmth, textures, color, images abound
    Silent dance of flames asks for music
    Go past truth
    Go beyond love
    Go through trust
    Purge, empty, let go
    And there….
    “I AM”

  7. The best part about coming late with my offering is that I get to read so many others on my journey to the comment box.
    I was going to name the ones I liked best, but I couldn’t remember everyones name so a blanket “thank you” to everyone will have to do.

    Deserts and Fires
    in the night of the desert
    it is cold and dark and lonely
    except for the thousands of stars
    hanging in the sky
    you can lay back and watch gases that
    long, long ago and further away
    than you will ever travel
    or you can turn toward a blaze
    you yourself had to kindle
    in the night of the desert you cannot escape
    warm and close or remote and dim

    in the deserted night of the soul,
    when you can only turn into yourself
    and gaze upon the constellations
    of your past choices,
    you can lay back and wonder who
    could love you
    or you can turn toward reassurance
    that God, who kindled all light and love,
    loves you
    and feel warmth and light from within

  8. Forty Days 2010

    …and God said
    fear not
    I AM the desert
    I AM the fire
    plunge into Me

    …then God said
    shed the ash
    be the flame
    plunge into the world

  9. Come. Step right in.
    Leave everything behind –
    Everything you can’t live without.

    Say goodbye to them gently
    Be thankful for their counsel
    For their company.

    Now see where you are.
    After all the taking,
    After all the collecting,
    You are here.

    At the gate of pain
    If you don’t let go.
    At the gate to freedom
    If you let Me Be.

    Come. Step right in
    Breathe in my fire
    And know what Love is.