Invitation to Poetry: Return to me with your whole heart

Joy

Welcome to Poetry Party #76!

button-poetryI select an image (*photo above by PhotoJoy Photography) 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 with wisdom from the prophet Joel and followed up with our Photo Party on the same theme. (You are most welcome to still participate).  We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month.

The text with which we are praying this month is read every year on Ash Wednesday. “Return to me with your whole heart” are a powerful words to begin the sacred season of Lent. What if we were to imagine Lent as less about sacrifice, and more about making the great return to God. The photo above, shared by fellow monk in the world Joylynn Graham at this month’s Photo Party, shimmers with the sacredness of our great and final return to God. Holding this reality in our awareness can offer us the impetus to turn back to the Source in our lives moment by moment. The ancient monks knew that the awareness of our death, smudged on our foreheads at Ash Wednesday, has the effect of deepening our appreciation for life.

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45 Responses

  1. To a Quilting Friend

    Today we returned to the room
    where we
    parted years ago.
    Today she showed me
    the unfinished
    quilts in her cedar chest.
    We spoke of the same things
    of years ago—
    our husbands
    our children
    our fathers
    our mothers
    our friends
    our homes
    our land
    our works
    our faith.
    Like the quilts in her cedar chest,
    We are unfinished.
    Like the quilt corners,
    We are imperfect.
    Learning
    ever
    so
    slowly.

    I wrote this poem, having returned to a place and relationship after a period when it seemed like we were growing apart. At the time, it seemed a sacred moment to me. I was seeing the eyes of God in my friend’s eyes, after taking a big splinter out of mine. St Thomas Aquinas’ words, “We are not perfect…but infinitely perfectible,” provided inspiration. I imagine the love we share is perfectly infinite.

  2. Barren now in these fleeing days of winter
    The specter of death is overcome
    By the rising SON
    New life bursts forth in tender green

  3. I wonder if this piece would work for someone who has not seen the photograph?
    I do like it though and feel it expresses something authentic for me. What do you think/feel?

    RETURN

    I am eternal and full of light,
    Return to me with your whole heart

    In the meadow of my life
    pale fingerprints are pressed
    recalling gravestones;
    marks of all my failures,
    my unfulfilled intentions.

    I am eternal and full of light,
    Return to me with your whole heart

    The bare branches of my winter faith,
    like filigree against the sky,
    are hard and cold,
    the wind blows through.

    I am eternal and full of light,
    return to me with your whole heart

    Is this horizon
    the limit of my life
    or just a line drawn through,
    another marker, not an end?

    I am eternal and full of light,
    Return to me with your whole heart

    I offer you my whole heart
    with all its wounds and weeping,
    with all its joys and loving;
    I return with gladness,
    to you, my home and origin.

    21 March 2014

    1. I happen to think one would not have to have seen the photograph for this piece of poetry to ‘work’………..Beautiful.

  4. Stenciled against the setting sun
    My heart
    Like the black etching
    Of the trees
    Hears the whisper
    ‘come back to me’

    It does not matter
    If the body is dead
    The spirit cries
    ‘come back to me’
    Beneath the tombstone
    The lifeless corpse
    A gentle reminder
    Of life at bay
    ‘come back to me’

    The dimming light
    And outstretched rays
    Send a message
    Of an eternal embrace
    ‘come back to me’
    The sunlight of the spirit
    Is warm, loving and beautiful

  5. God Calling Youth

    Excited living
    Much to learn and much to do
    No time for Spirit

    Busy-ness brings pain
    Pride attempted solutions
    No time for Spirit

    Admitted failure
    Spirit able to break through
    Returning to God.

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