Invitation to Poetry: Kinship with Creation – How might you nourish an Earth-cherishing consciousness?

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Welcome to Poetry Party #86!

button-poetryI 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.

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 and link back to this post inviting others to join us).

We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with a passage from Psalm 104 and followed up with our Photo Party on the theme of Kinship with Creation, part four of the Monk Manifesto. (You are most welcome to still participate).  We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. What are you continuing to discover about your own relationship with Creation? What does the image above evoke for you? Express this through poetry.

You can post your poem either in the comment section below*or you can join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group (with more than 2900 members!) and post there.

*Note: If this is your first time posting, or includes a link, your comment will need to be moderated before it appears. This is to prevent spam and should be approved within 24 hours.

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13 Responses

  1. Maybe just for today, I’ll rest here –
    in a kind of momentary thought
    when the piercing buds of light
    no longer feel so angry to my
    porcelain skin.

    I’ll sprawl out my supine body,
    fiercely breathing all hint
    of light, hiding behind shadows
    of forbidden secrets.

    There’s a kind of morning when
    even the lusting sky
    feels just a little sad.
    Not the way one feels after
    the visit is over. But sad
    like exhausted clouds, having spent
    their strength in tears.

  2. small still voices

    of shushing waves

    of wind
    running her fingers
    through the harp strings
    of trees

    of the turning of the planet
    as night drifts down

    love-gifts from the Lord of Love
    to children of mud and starlight

  3. Nature’s doorway
    An invitation
    Come and see

    Nature’s plenty
    One turn of the knob
    All welcome

    Nature’s threshold
    Thins the veil
    Making one world

    Nature’s blessing
    Fall in fall in
    And be

  4. When’s the last time your soft body rested against wood warmed by spring sun?
    Protected from wind, rain & the fickleness of our speedy times.

    When’s the last time you curled up, protected from others’ opinions or the dictates of a tyrannical to-do list?

    When’s the last time the sun seeped through your shell while patiently awaiting the prompt of inner guidance?

  5. “lock upon my garden gate
    a snail
    thats what it is…”

    thanks!
    for the “chance” key to a memory garden…
    ;+)

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