I wrote this etheree today, inspired by the psalms and gospel. It also reminded me of the poem The Dove of Peace, which I wrote a while ago. I wrote a series of 3 poems based on one picture, but I’ll only link to the first one. 🙂
If
Only
I could have
Wings like a dove,
Like the dove of peace,
Like the dove alighting
On Jesus — and those white wings
Shall open wide and welcoming,
Finding rest in the depths of my heart,
Where even there will be found living peace.
A nonet for FOWC: Frenetic and Writing Wednesday, chaos. The 2 words work well together.
Speak
to the
heart of me,
this broken thing —
Center of chaos
Yet also seat of love,
This frenetic energy
Needs a resting place of deep peace,
Not just the dark of depressed ennui.
This is for DVerse’s Quadrille Monday “We {heart} Poems”, and also for the MVB prompt, since that is “Monday.” 🙂 Our word is “heart” this week. It surprises me that that hasn’t been a quadrille prompt yet!
How could the heart be limited to 44 words only?
Explain how to condense ineffable complexities and wordless yearnings, beyond
Arteries and veins keeping pumped blood coming and going?
Rare beyond telling is each beat’s uniqueness, especially
The wonderful being that each beat animates.
Just something I wrote this morning…
Blessed are the pure of heart,
For they shall see God:
They shall see God
In the morning sunrise, and
In the midnight starlight;
They shall see God
In times of strenuous work, and
In much-welcomes rest;
They shall see God
In their neighbor’s eyes, and
In their very life –
Make me pure of heart.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I am sharing a haibun that I wrote 3 years ago, since August 6th is both the anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan, and it is the feast of the Transfiguration, when Jesus goes up on a mountain with Peter, James, and John and is “transfigured” so that they are briefly able to see Jesus’s divinity revealed. The original post is here.
In an island nation in the Pacific, a city is transfigured in a flash of light — complete destruction in an instant.
On a mountain in the Middle East, Jesus is transfigured in a flash of light — our hope of glory and eternal life.
Oh God, transfigure hearts — that we may find and bring peace.
Change may come slowly:
Tiny blossoms’ aroma,
While snowfall lingers
I’m having trouble finishing almost all of the poems that I started today, so here is one that I wrote yesterday, no prompt. It is a butterfly cinquain. 🙂
O Heart!
Remember God
Created my being,
The reason for my existence
Unknown —
But Love
Nevertheless keeps on calling,
“Cor ad cor loquitur,” *
In a language
Hidden.
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* Latin, “Heart speaks to heart”
Know
A line,
A fragment,
From an old poem,
And the search is quick:
Discovery moving
Memory and heart to weep,
For the person who’d connected
With the plaintive, seeming-timeless lines —
That same person now knows much more deeply.
This free-verse poem is for FOWC: Lament and MLMM’s Saturday Mix and is shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
We can have hope of Heaven,
A foreign land and yet the
Human heart’s native place:
Mountains and valleys of the Earth
Are beautiful, yet can’t replace
The God in whom souls find their rest.
We can have hope of Heaven:
Mountains and valleys of the Earth
Cause tiredness in wanderers’ feet,
The journey sometimes horribly long.
We rejoice because faith makes strong,
Yet lament that there are no shortcuts.
But why must all the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?
– Ernest Hemingway, To Have and Have Not (1937)
This poem is in response to FOWC: Keen, and it also uses yesterday’s word, Anonymous.
I’m keen to know the secrets of the heart,
The hidden and anonymous parts,
The mysterious maze-like corridors,
The core from which a person’s life pours.
I wish to know the web of paths which led
To this beautiful moment, and the bad
Happenings now past — impossible, it’s said.
