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Invitation to Poetry: Kinship with Creation

Welcome to the Abbey’s 63rd 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), Facebook, or Twitter, and encourage others to come join the party!  (If you repost the photo, please make sure to include the credit link below it and link back to this post inviting others to join us).

Each month we have a new theme and for December it is kinship with creation, drawn from the fourth principle of the Monk Manifesto: “I commit to cultivating awareness of my kinship with creation and a healthy asceticism by discerning my use of energy and things, letting go of what does not help nature to flourish.”

Photo Credit: “Snow Tracks” by Brent Bill

(please use this credit if you repost this invitation on your blog and link back to the Abbey as well – thank you!)

Write a poem about your own experience of kinship with creation or longing for it.  Share it below in the comments with the Abbey community.

On Sunday, December 23rd,  I will draw a name at random from those who participate and the winner will receive a space in one of my Self-Study Online Classes (with a choice from Soul of a Pilgrim, Eyes of the Heart, Water Wind Earth & Fire, Seasons of the Soul, or Lectio Divina)

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68 Responses

  1. Winter Dancing

    Out the door
    tippy-toe careful
    en pointe
    down the steps

    do the black ice glide
    step step slide
    give a little whoop
    arms up
    twirl
    bend back
    quick catch yourself

    now plod across
    the unplowed part
    knees high,
    stride long, evade
    the boot-snatching drift

    shuffle shuffle
    old person style
    slow
    across that snow

    open the car door
    tap tap tap
    one foot
    ease it in
    tap tap tap
    the other boot
    keep the snow
    outside

    now start the car’s
    snow dance.

  2. Father provides.
    Father provides.
    Father provides.
    That’s what fathers do.
    Whether our season is of ecstasy or grief,
    He massages our hearts, and provides us the means to cope and to celebrate.
    He grants us the capacity to feel deeply.
    That is one of his gifts to us.
    Be they in brambles, sunlight, or snow, he tends to our soul.

      1. I pondered on this particular poem for days until I realized that it was all I had to say. I am glad it spoke to you.

  3. Looking down the path.
    Footprints, shaft of light.
    Glimmer of sun peeks through the mist.
    Trees stand like century’s to guide and protect.
    Should the path be explored?
    Returning upon the known or
    circle around to find a new way home.

  4. I, too, follow the path,
    taking symmetrical steps,
    mine paired
    though some before me are
    tetrametered.

    I, too, breathe in the sharp winter air,
    hear the crunch of snow underfoot,
    see the brightened shaft lighting my way
    before me.

    I, too, have warm blood,
    need for food and shelter,
    and feel the seasons as they turn
    around the axis of earth’s evolutions
    of so many millennia
    before me.

    But I often feel apart,
    isolated,
    separate,
    even as I walk the path with so many who went
    before me.

  5. The air is crisp and cold,
    few sounds can be heard.
    The tracks lead towards
    perhaps food, perhaps shelter.
    Does the Lord guide those
    who walk this narrow path?
    Does the Lord purify me
    in this cold, pure air?

    1. Pushed the wrong button :)
      Take two:

      scene from the back porch
      december’s breeze carries leaves
      florida winter