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Invitation to Poetry: Return to Me with Your Whole Heart

2-19-2016 Poetry Party Photo

Welcome to our Poetry Party!

invitation-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 the Ash Wednesday reading from the Prophet Joel and followed up with our Photo Party.  We continue this theme in our Poetry Party this month. 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 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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8 Responses

  1. 33 Lines and This Sacred Chalice?
    That We Share

    So maybe ––
    after so many passages
    ?through the stone archways of time?
    and up one grassy slope or another ––
    maybe, even still, it is true
    that there will be love
    because Love
    ?is all there is.
    ?And more:??

    Somewhere, perhaps ––
    ?in fields of lavender or a forest ?
    of barren trees bursting full with light ––
    will come a moment of radiance, transcendent?
    and the stunning realization that, maybe,
    even as I searched everywhere, passing
    ?through a thousand doors in time,
    ?turning the world upside down,
    turning myself inside out,
    giving my whole heart
    ?to follow, follow you, ?
    you were with me
    ?all the while and I
    now, here,
    with you. ??

    So maybe —
    standing still in the clearing
    ?in the breath between what’s next?
    and the miracle heartbeat of this now ––
    maybe, even still, it is true?
    that I am held in love
    because Love
    is who I am.
    And more:

  2. An invitation
    Open arms welcoming
    Come in – follow me
    Follow your heart
    Have faith believe
    In the universe
    In yourself.

  3. open ~ trust ~ listen
    walk through ~ walk in ~ your heart waits
    home calling ~ say yes ~

    aho! thank you community ~

  4. Gray
    Heavy, dark, unyielding.
    Once safe shelter where I could hide,
    eyes closed
    licking my wounds.
    But now an obstacle
    Streaked red with witness to my blind searching

    Whispered memory of sight
    Unlocks the knot of lash and tear
    Revealing the invitation
    To enter the sacred mystery
    And dance !

  5. ‘Stand at the crossroads and look,
    Ask for the ancient paths….’

    Across the threshold 
    Mystery beckons
    I want to live the questions
    but do not yet know
    what to ask….

  6. Lost

    A wilderness of pain

    Not much left
    Turning to weep
    A pool of tears growing

    Reflected on its surface the moon
    Looking up
    A path
    A narrow entrance
    An invitation

    Walking slowly
    Bringing what is left
    this broken heart
    To you is given
    I return