Let Stillness Come

I was able to go on a wonderful retreat in the mountains over the weekend and was inspired to write a lot of poetry about the beauty of creation and the beauty of knowing Christ. This is one that I wrote this morning, reflecting on the weekend.


Let stillness come, bring peace.

Let every lie — cease.

Let help arrive, release,

All burdens to the care of God.

 

Among cacophony,

Among anxiety,

Lift up on bended knee,

All burdens to the care of God.

 

Open all eyes to hope.

Open all hearts to home.

Open to hold the rope:

All burdens to the care of God.

 

viaDaily Prompt: Cacophony

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Rubai

A poem in French with a translation in English for DVerse OLN 205. This is a rubai, with a rhyme scheme aaba. 


Tu débordes d’amour et de la grâce,

Oui, grâce à Toi, je prendrai une place

Dans Ta maison divine, aux cieux —

Toi tous mes faiblesses et douleurs éffaces.

 

You overflow with love, o’erflow with grace,

Yes, thanks to You, I will take my place

In your heaven’s mansion, pure, divine —

Where You will weakness and sadnesses erase.

Sorrows

Sweetness is buried beneath this,

Overwhelming waves a salty, deadly kiss,

Reviving fears, and mirroring tears

Rolling down my cheeks, as if

Off a cliff, when I’m feeling

Weak — sweetness is buried beneath this, oh

Say Lazarus, Lazarus! Lazarus!

 

Linked to DVerse’s OLN 204. I am actually not sure what this poem is about, exactly. 

Loving is Magic

This week’s DVerse poetics is about magic! I decided to write a minute poem, with 60 syllables split evenly into 3 stanzas. The first line of each stanza contains 8 syllables, and the remaining 3 lines of each stanza each contain 4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is aabb ccdd eeff. I tried to stick with iambic meter, though without being completely successful. Thanks, Paul, for the challenge!


What magic lies in store for those

Who love? Who knows!

Two hearts that beat

Become complete.

 

The steps along the journey show

True love, not faux.

I’m guided right,

Beyond eyes’ sight.

 

With loving eyes I see the world’s

Blessings unfurled:

Divinity

Inside of me.

 

The Vision

This poem was written in response to day 25 of Jill’s 28 Days of Unreason series. The quote for today is, “The river can’t heal everything”  ~ Jim Harrison
I decided to write a haibun with a twist: instead of a haiku at the end, I wrote a tanka.

Also, this was posted for DVerse’s latest OLN.


There is a story in the Bible about a vision that the prophet Ezekiel had of a river in the temple: The water begins as a trickle and then rises as he walks along, to his ankles and then even higher. This water is the life of God, lived in the Spirit, quenching the most profound thirst.

But! Careful with me —

I yearn for this water; still

It rises over

My head, and only in dreams

Can I breathe underwater.

Imperfect and Perfect

Today at DVerse, we are writing haibuns based on the Japanese concept of Wabi-Sabi, which is described as “the art of imperfection.”


I look at a chipped teacup, a broken seashell, cracks in the concrete, even a dying flower and see beauty: poignant, ineffable, intriguing, unique. On every piece of nature are God’s fingerprints, infinite. Let me extend this knowledge to my own body, a temple of personal, imperfect and perfect beauty.

 

Springtime’s trees flower,

Jacaranda’s purple blooms

Dress the cracked sidewalk.

Surprised By Joy

This poem was inspired by today’s passage from the Gospels, Matthew 13:44-52. This portion includes the parable of the man who found a treasure and, recognizing its surpassing value, buried it in a field and then sold all of his belongings and used the money to buy that field. Sometimes, we need to give up some good things in order to accomplish or attain better things or to reach a goal.


The life of faith is the pearl of  great price:

For it we seek and find, then sell and buy,

We may have to forego some momentary joys,

And sacrifice, but the reward’s a better choice.

 

It takes work to build a better life,

We must pass through mountains and valleys of strife,

But by the highest joy we will be surprised,

When we can claim the treasure on the other side.