Welcome to the Abbey’s Poetry Party #55!
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), Facebook, or Twitter, 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, February 19th, I will draw a name at random from the participants and the winner will receive a free registration spot in my upcoming online art retreat for the season of Lent – Soul of a Pilgrim (February 22-April 7, 2012).
This week we celebrate Valentine’s Day. Instead of writing love letters and poems to our lovers and beloved ones, I am inviting you this week to write a poem that is a love letter to something from daily life, something absolutely ordinary, but when viewed in the right moment it becomes luminous. It could be a seagull hovering over the water, steam rising from a cup of morning coffee, the beginning shoots of spring, even the dirty laundry left from someone we care about deeply, whatever it is that is calling your attention this week in the most ordinary and extraordinary way.
Click on the “leave a comment” feature and scroll down to the bottom to share your poem with this community.
71 Responses
Sing
Embrace
Caress
Hold
Touch the cross
The cords of the strongholds unravel by power
The strings of my heart tied to the horns of the alter
Whoop it up with parade to a place of protection
MY WORLD
I am nourished, sustained and called to growth,
By the things in life that surround me.
I live a life of abundance and companionship
With my Center and all He has created.
It has been said, “no man’s an island” and my life
Proves that true. For as I look at the world around me,
He supports me from all sides and sustains me
With all His creation in place.
Every morning I awaken, to yet another of His miracles,
Whether the sun is shining or obscured by clouds,
They reflect His great power and unconditional love.
Another chance for me to experience Him in all his glory.
And all those things around me, which to others are insignificant,
Also have their special purpose, supporting, enhancing or defining
My existence! Even the dish cloth I use, is designed to lessen my load.
The bee I find inside my flower bed, enriches my life too.
Every plant, insect , animal and human being I encounter has it’s
Purpose in my life. Living with them in harmony, I pattern my life
Without strife. In peaceful connectedness with His creation,
My life becomes so full, for I too have a purpose, to give back to Him
What He has given me.
So if I seem abundantly gifted; its because I spend my gifts,
To make this world more perfect, to match the gift giver’s plan.
The more I use my gifts, the more my cup is filled,
Until it is overflowing, into the soil He tilled,
Enriching the world I embrace.
Over Scotland
High flying, window glass reveals tattered floor-
Pristine heaven greets eyes open to curving planet yonder
Stretching, reaching, sky-borne, we soar.
Place of kings bringing wonder to hearts that wonder.
Stipple green, ground richly steeped in lush, purple hue-
Woven pattern of road-cut scenes moves closer,
Sky meets peripheral sky, horizon’s hazy blue.
Shadows run as daylight comes.
Well-fermented scenes from ancient dreams-
Walls of stone, hearts of flesh, eyes of steel,
Pageantry in motion, all is as it seems.
Like God in man, surreal kisses real.
lovely.. thanks..
Ahhh
Candles lit
Hot tea
A quiet morning
My entire being
Longing
to sink
into this time of
silence and solitude
Eyes closed
Suddenly
A bark from the other room
Intrudes
Interrupts
my agenda
Needful dependence
of another
now takes
center stage
Jarred and
slightly frustrated
I rise to
attend
to this one
whom I love
so dearly
yet apparently
did not get the memo
that this was MY time
Standing outside
The words of my lectio
return to me
singing ever so
quietly
and
tenderly
“Love is patient.”
“Love is kind.”
In a moment
all is transformed
with a simple question
whispered
ever so softly
from within
“Interruption?
Or
invitation?”
Tension melts
I smile as my
eyes hug this
delightful companion
Unnoticed gifts
burst on the scene
Warming sunshine
A tiny purple bud peaking forth
A blackberry blossom
enticing me
to lose myself in its
intoxicating fragrance
Invitation.
Is this not an
Invitation to love?
What if I embraced
all interruptions
as invitations?
My thoughts turn to
You
Our “barks”
Our needful
dependent
cries for help
are not interruptions
to You
are they?
But rather
invitations of love
Invitations for beloveds
to share
a kiss
an embrace
a dance
Interruption?
Or
invitation?
May my life
be open
to these
disguised romances
that await
I sought my Beloved
and found him
in a most
unexpected
place
‘what if’, indeed; nice – thanks for posting.
Yes, thanks for this.
[Love Song to Light]
A wise man, noted
that love not blind, sees
more and chooses on seeing
to turn; and so I see
and cannot judge
the bright loud colors
you wear, splashing them
light paint in my eyes
over the coffin of my own sorrow;
or the way you laugh, and dance
and tease around the graffiti
and the huddled lump
that might be a person sleeping
among the drifted trash
or steal in, shaking me
from the cobwebbed comfort
of my bed to all the needs
you will not cease to open your hands
and show me, and show me
until I do something.
Incredible sights at the ocean .. my ocean. Today I fly home and thankfully I could say Goodbye, See Ya Later .. to my Mary. He was sitting quietly in a chair, tears streaming down his wonderful face .. remembering .. 62 years partners with his Mary, and now she is gone. Hugging my cousin at that moment meant so much. You are our Angel now Mary, I will always love you and embrace you when you are with me, which will always be.
An Ode to Home & my Angel Mary ..
I have watched your sunrises golden in the distance
lavendar and pink streaks across the horizon,
I have watched your sunsets .. and in the wee hours of the morning
your moon set,
The full moon shining through my window sending moonbeams
dancing across the water .. slowly sinking into the ocean.
Love’s whisper rests on my tongue
it tastes of pear and shimmer
It lingers, wet and moist
waiting for my heart’s rise
in rapid pulse to beat for you
Love knows me well
When the whisper bellowed
and all my moist fruit
was an offering to Venus
naked and vulnerable
The race of my heart
wide open in my giving
The luster of us a magic
pulled from life’s cauldron
of bubble and brew
There is never a time
When Love is not welcome
When moist and whisper
is food enough for days on end
And I am Love and its vessel
I am a whisper waiting
I am the succulent fruit
I taste of shimmer and pear
I am the magic in the brew
I am Love and its vessel
My heart is open for you
There is a moment
when you’ve finally come to bed
and pulled the covers up around your ears
and mashed the pillows under your tired head
There is a moment
when you’ve snuggled in
when you slide your feet over
to find my feet
and stretch your hand back
to touch my back
There is a moment
right before we both fall asleep
that we touch
check in
you’re here
I love you
sweet dreams.
Here is my little love poem, in Haiku. There is a photo that goes with it on my blog:
http://findhope-mary.blogspot.com
love poem
sun and snow and tree
shadow on glistening white
heaven kissing earth