Welcome to Poetry Party #82!
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 or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.
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We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with a quote from Thomas Merton and followed up with our Photo Party on the theme of Silence. (You are most welcome to still participate). We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. What are you continuing to discover about silence in this darker season of the year? We welcome your poetic reflections.
This month’s photo is by Robin Lake and she explains it as such:
Solitude, stillness and being present to the moment have been my focus for 2014. Just last night, I was sitting in my car after a holiday gathering downtown and once again was struck by how the holy is everywhere. The neon lights of the city became jewels in the mist of my windows, rivulets casting shadow on the altar of my dashboard. Passing cars became the sounds of ocean waves as they processed down the wet streets. I became lost in the wonder of the moment, reflected in the ordinary. My heart is full.
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50 Responses
Winter Afternoon
Gently
Lavender cloud quilts
Become purple
As does water
And mountains
Distant snowfields
Decorate their shoulders
A single freighter
Drifts across the ferry lights
Slips through the still blue waters
Into the distant dusk
And out to sea
Indigo
Nice images. ??
I can see the images, beckoning to me of calm and silence. Thank you, Elaine!
In Silence
I contemplate the Beauty
of the One
who Loves me Here
and through Eternity
who completes me now
who doesn’t see my ugliness
who sees the beauty imparted
of forgiveness
Emanuel,God with us.
Lovely. And so full.
Wonderful, Robert. So peaceful.
Stillness
Like a blanket of dew
Cover my anxious thoughts
Allowing me to be still
And know that you are God.
The answers I seek
Will come.
For now
Serenity whispers,
“Just trust.”
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“Just trust” that is point of all of life, Mary? I need this reminder, several times a day. Thank you!
Little Rivers
There is a space between raindrops–
the soft twist and slide
down glass and brick —
where what is muffled finds its home
where what is emptied finds its song
where what is baptized finds its soul.
There, in that space, is a stillness
that skirts refraction.
Colors bend and blur until borders
lose definition
and all mingle, cleansed of division.
Hush.
Noise and silence
body and spirit
melt into one holy
current.
So lovely to find and read this evening. Beautiful.
That captures perfectly what is shown in the photo, Suzanne. Love!