Invitation to Poetry: The Wisdom of Creatures

Wisdom of CreaturesWelcome to Poetry Party #69!

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).

I received this photo on a recent journey out to the island of Inis Mór, which is one of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland.  We were visiting the monastic ruins of St Ciaran and there was this beautiful, young Connemara pony in the field adjacent.  When we walked into the church, there he was waiting for us at the other doorway.  We had just visited St. Enda’s hermitage, where he had lived as an anchorite, receiving visitors for spiritual direction.  And so I imagined this pony coming to the window to offer his own wisdom.

Write a poem in celebration of the earth’s creatures and the wisdom they have to offer to us.  Share it below in the comments with the Abbey community.

On Sunday, June 9th  I will draw a name at random from those who participate and the winner will receive a signed copy of Eyes of the Heart: Photography as a Christian Contemplative Practice directly from me in Ireland!

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26 Responses

  1. Meeting, we stretch like two sides of an arch reaching to connect. Resting, kindness has made us whole.

  2. A CONNEMARA PONY SPEAKS

    Learn from me
    Awareness and curiosity,
    Patience and silence!
    Gaze with wonder
    Through the windows
    Of your ancestors history of grace,
    Until you receive
    All secrets of greenness
    All mysteries of storm and rain
    And lonelyness,
    And the wild beauty
    Of a pure heart.
    Gaze with wonder
    Until you need nothing else
    Than
    The fragrance of sea and of sky.
    Learn from me…

  3. Big Sky Cathedral

    Ivory tower theologians
    Need an exodus now and again
    To the places beyond,
    Where Godde cannot be contained.

    To dense pine forests
    Where musky scents and
    Velvety darknesses
    Press against the soul;

    Beneath salty waters
    Amidst caressing slimy tendrils
    With vivid creatures flashing;
    Totally other, barely known;

    And in the wide prairie
    Whose relentless wind
    Scrubs the horizons
    Of all our understandings.

    © Holly Moseley 2010.09.25; first published in Granite Island, Amber Sea

  4. St. Horse smiled.
    “Enda,” she chided,

    whiffling, soft, in my ear,
    “the world is an anchorage.

    Can’t you hear
    the deep low bell of the sea,

    can’t you hear
    how the whispering grasses pray

    and the birds chant the hours?
    Can’t you feel how we turn

    and we turn in the breath
    of the wind?

    Come out with me, Enda,
    come out and run in the world,

    the aisles of the world of God,
    with the vault of the sky above us

    and the good thick earth beneath our hooves!
    There’s nothing but wind then, everything

    running and turning itself with and in
    the breath of God!” And, hot and fast, she spun

    away, tossing up grass and white
    starred blossoms as she ran and ran

    right into the wild wind of the world–

  5. I see you
    standing there waiting for me,
    in between.
    You’ve been here before
    and know.
    You’ve travelled the road
    from there to here
    and know
    the journey.
    It’s time.
    Time to ride the unknown
    path …
    the betrayal fanfare
    is now on the edge
    and all I see
    is the road ahead.
    I’m ready …
    take me there.

  6. As the wind batters at my sails
    There You are
    Always seeing beyond my surface arousal
    Reflecting what lies at the depth
    There you Are
    My teacher… my confidant… my four legged friend
    Reflecting what lies at the depth

    Life is about play, you say
    My teacher…my confidant…my four legged friend
    How happily you greet each stranger
    Life is about play, you say
    And your Lightness eases the way
    How happily you greet each stranger
    From outer and inner realms
    And your Lightness keeps easing the way

    A safe harbour
    In outer and inner realms
    Always seeing beyond my surface arousal
    My safe harbour
    As the wind batters at my sails

  7. Ancient stones set by monk-en hands
    Hands molding a still quiet space
    Space open towards sea and air
    Air ringing with silence, centered
    Centered within the arch
    Arch your back simple beast of burden
    Burden set aside and left far behind
    Behind you grass to rock to sea to other lands
    Lands calling me to wander to venture to wonder
    Wonder what you see looking into the quiet space
    Space ringing with silence, centered
    Centered within the arch

  8. Muse
    Connemara
    Pony-become-monk
    Create in us a
    Stilled
    Listening
    Presence
    Creating
    on our earth a
    World-become-peace

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