Welcome to Poetry Party #71!
I select an image (*photo above by fellow monk in the world Claudia Gregoire) and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your own poem. Scroll down and add it in the comments section below or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
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).
We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice and followed up with our Photo Party on the theme of “Softening and Yielding.” (You are most welcome to still participate). We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month.
Here in the northern hemisphere it is autumn which calls us into the journey of surrender, release, and radical yielding of our own agendas, into the holy direction of letting our grasp soften and open and be spacious, welcoming in whatever comes.
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*Photo by Claudia Gregoire
41 Responses
Thank you for this beauty!
In thinly veiled light
I give thanks for ripe apples
and then I let go
the shimmering came
in Christine’s words
in today’s liturgy
Lord and lover of souls
whose imperishable spirit
inhabits all things
in the leaves of autumn
and thinness of veil
visible dancing between world
darkness and light
swirling and twirling
a Presence, a whisper
a song of Divine Beauty
He lives… they live
in the Surround
In the Embrace of Love eternal
in response to “but doubts and loves Dig up the world…”, the following emerging~
listen to your doubts
and questions ~ where are you called?
follow the loves now
JoAnne, I feel as though God is speaking to me through you…..what a blessing this haiku!!!!!
A title finally came to me….(thank you Christine)
DANCING MONKS
In the land
of granite mountains
prayer flags
celebrate the wind
brilliant
through the trees
they dance in sun
and snow
dance away their lives
until
gray and tattered
they hang,
their prayers
released into the universe
In the land
of granite mountains
prayer flags
celebrate the wind
brilliant
through the trees
they dance in sun
and snow
dance away their lives
until
gray and tattered
they hang
their prayers
released into the universe
I’m independent!
Don’t tell me what to do!
I’m strong and brave!
I admit my age
Tasks take longer; some I miss
Movement is slower.
Hard to accept help
Independence is failing
I yield to love.
The arm is out reached.
With thanksgiving I grasp
And experience grace.
living in this heart
soft whisperings calling now
say yes! trust this one
“and a whisper will be heard…”
yes ~ with deep gratitude ~ and continuing ~
This yellow leaf,
once was green with promise.
It was connected, nourished, and alive.
Hints of the fall were all around:
Crisp evenings, rushing winds, and shorter days.
But this yellow leaf fell in silence.
There was no sound as she surrendered to the swirling water.
Her story was not collected, heaped up or leaped into.
She twirled, calmly, quietly and silently; so as not to cause a stir on the surface.
But the space she left behind was deep, wide, and shouted of her absence.
Yellow leaf had curly raven hair, ice blue eyes, fair skin and freckles –
that showed themselves when you stood close.
Silence should not claim your life.
So today, I shared the story of your death and the dream of our goodbye
that gave me hope to keep on living.
Yellow leaf,
no more will you float in silence.
You should dance on the wind,
swirl dramatically into your favorite wood,
and be swept up over and over again:
for leaping, laughter and your loud, love of life.
By: Tara Lamont (Rain) Eastman – October 2013
Dedicated to Heather Lynn Rain – Sister and first best friend.