Welcome to our 45th 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)
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POETRY PARTY THEME: Blessed Be
I co-lead two Soul Care Supervision Groups here in Seattle with my wonderful partner Kayce Hughlett (click the link to see her own Beatitudes). The group is a place for those in ministries of soul care – spiritual direction, counseling, pastoring – to make space for their own process and self-nurturing. Our theme this month was “Blessed are the Small Selves” which arose out of my own reflections during this season of Lent on all the ways my smaller selves need some honoring and attention.
We can spend a lot of energy on being big and radiant- it is an essential part of offering our gifts to the world. My word for the year was even sovereignty which I have been praying with for Lent and discovering how part of being sovereign (which means, in part, being fully self-possessed) is tending to and making space for some of the more tender and vulnerable places – the parts of self which long for some care and attention. This is part of the desert journey of Lent. The Beatitudes are all about the blessedness of the smaller selves and your invitation this week is to write your own Beatitude(s).
Here are some questions to ponder, rest in each one for a moment to see what it stirs:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
Where are the places you are poor in spirit – longing to surrender yourself to something much bigger than your own ego? Where are the places where you feel like an exile in the world?
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted
Grief tells us that we loved deeply, that we are passionate. Where in your heart do you experience a grief that lingers, that is calling for some attention?
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth
To be meek, means to have softened what is rigid within; to be like the fertile soil which receives its nourishment from the rain, allowing it to seep down into its substance. Is there a place within you that is longing to soften and yield? Is there a tender place longing to emerge and be expressed?
Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy
Those who are merciful are the ones who extend grace, they also receive grace in return. Where in your heart do you experience the longing for grace and mercy? Where is the part of yourself that offers mercy and grace?
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God
To be pure in heart means to live in congruity between your inner life and your outer life, it means to live from an awareness of the sacred pulsing in your own heart moment by moment and in the world around you. Where in your life do you have a longing for integrity and for seeing God?
Blessed are the Peacemakers; for they shall be called the children of God
The peacemakers are those who seek to bring peace to their own hearts so that their interactions with others come from a place of peace, who extend the practice of shalom into the world. Where in your heart do you experience the longing to make peace? What are you feeling in conflict with?
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you (falsely) because of me.
What are the quiet voices within you which have been persecuted? How have you shut out the wisdom of these smaller selves? How might you begin to make more room for them to emerge?
Your invitation this week is to write your own Beatitude – what is the small self needing to be blessed right now? What is the gift waiting to be received?
It might be a single Beatitude – Blessed are the . . . – or a whole series which rise up when you sink into the quiet spaces of yourself. Rest into the power of these smaller, gentler selves and notice what they have to teach you.
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Praise for Water, Wind, Earth, and Fire: The Christian Practice of Praying with the Elements from Publishers Weekly:
In a warm, personable manner, Paintner, a Benedictine oblate and spiritual director, invites the reader to engage creation as a sacred text by prayerfully exploring theological dimensions of the elements. Drawing on Celtic tradition, Paintner explores religious and cultural symbolism; for example, water’s associations with the direction west, the season autumn, and its physical forms and spiritual dimensions, such as tides, thirst, tears, baptism. Suggestions for reflection and action include the application of lectio divina, a practice of sacred reading typically used with scripture, to nature, encouraging the reader to listen deeply for the stirring of the holy in sacred texts around us. In each chapter, Paintner offers reflections on her prayer life during the book’s composition, demonstrating how she applied the spiritual practices she suggests (such as lighting a candle when contemplating Fire). Quotes from scripture, poets, essayists, and Christian mystics encourage the reader to seek divine revelation and comprehension of God’s love for all creation by cultivating a contemplative relationship to nature. Simple and powerful, this book will be a welcome new resource for individuals and groups seeking spiritual connection to creation.
32 Responses
Blessed are the ones who are broken
for they have nothing left to lose
and are free to share all they are
more willingly, more openly
Blessed are the ones who listen
who ask thoughtful, sometimes piercing questions
They are present like a small clear gem–
Hard, brilliant, sparkling, hidden
Blessed are the trees that shed blossoms when it pours
releasing scents of spring
while bowing to the elements of nature
holding on to nothing but living
haiku blessing for the ‘tribe’
shedding bravado
blessed be the fragile one
out of frailty, strength
peeling off the mask
blessed be the fearful one
out of the shadows
discarding the rancor
blessed be the gentle one
out of ill will, peace
erasing labels
blessed be the she who is
out of remnants, whole
Blessed are the brief, for they shall have the tongue of the poet.
My poem, What Is Enough, is here:
http://writingwithoutpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-enough-poem.html
blessed be me who is a friend to thee :-) xoxoxo
I have so far to go on the originals I feel no need to add any more – just allowing God to build these into my heart is a lifetime worth of Divine artistry – we are His poema!
A beggar sits beside the road
His lack displayed to all
He has no place to call his own
no servants at his call
He cannot purchase food this day
No pillow of his own
Depending on a pitteous gift
He sits his dusty throne
A sparrow finds its daily bread
A beggar finds his, too
A beggar for the Bread of Life
Will drink the Water True
A heavy heart can bend a man
With cares beyond his ken
He mourns the loss of what he knew
And what was true back then
He feels the hole within his being
An empty sense of lack
He senses things are not the same
There is no going back
A sparrow goes on in his loss
A mourner goes there, too
The Suffering Servant shares our pain
And lifts us when we’re blue
A humble heart is self-aware
Yet looks away from self
It knows its weakness is complete
Its strength sits on a shelf
In gentleness it touches men
Whose strength has failed at last
It knows it shares discouragement
Has been there in its past
The sparrow chirps, the man is bowed
And lands upon his knees
For blessed is the one like this
The Earth belongs to these
A man who hungers after God
Of self-achievement strip
His heart in preference for the
Divine Relationship
He starves for truth and justice seen
While in this mortal coil
He thirsts for God made manifest
To that goal is his toil
The sparrow trusts in God above
For righteous justice done
And as the man leans into Christ
God’s righteousness is giv’n
A gift of love is freely made
Forgiveness for offense
When arrogance gives cold affront
A tender recompense
A just demand to retribute
Rejected out of love
Desired good for the offender
Compels the man to give
A sparrow holds no grudging hate
within its heart of flame
An act of mercy tends to grow
encourage more of same
A heart enflamed – refining fire
Is losing nothing real
The false is burned away by flame
the true, flame will reveal
The flame is not a pleasant thing
Intangible its gain
The purity in spirit made
Is born in waves of pain
Cathartic trial will surely come
embraced by those who see
the value underneath the dross
God manifest in me
As conflict fills the world today
Outside ourselves and in
A few will come to grips with God
Rejecting self and sin
Through actions of the Living God
Their conflict made to cease
They spread the peace that He has bought
From war they bring surcease
A man cannot peacemaker be
Until it is inside
He has a child of God become
Does in the vine abide
And when these attitudes were mine
I showed them to the world
And some rejoice to see their good
but others insults hurled
And more than insults thrown at me
but thorns and nails were mine
An opportunity arose
to let these virtues shine
And when their perfect peak had come
Expressed in I, the Son
I bowed my head and then I said
My Father, it is done
Wronda and Richard Wells…
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Dyck
BLESSED BE THE HARD WORKING PEOPLE
Blessed be the pests
and blessed be the twits
Blessed be the long winded
and small minded
Blessed be the lane blockers
and turn signal deficient
Blessed be the Hummer driver
and blessed be the cell phone yakker
Blessed be the movie talker
and the vente caramel macchiato shopper
Blessed be the lady screaming at her kids
and blessed be the kids throwing fits
Bless them all bless them all
for the blessing that it is to be.
Blessed
be the sunshine
and the rain for it takes
both to awaken me and my
garden.