Today’s MTB at DVerse is about haiku sequences. I know haiku are usually about nature, but my sequence is about St. Mary Magdalene, whose feast day was a few days ago, on July 22.
The sun was rising
When Mary Magdalene came
To visit the tomb.
The sun was rising
To start a mournful morning:
Was the Lord stolen?
Mary Magdalene
Stayed and waited when she came,
‘Til Jesus found her.
To visit the tomb
Then able to tell good news –
The Belovèd lives!
This is what happens when I attempt to clean. I get distracted by partially-formed, existential poems that need to be written! *laughs*
Update: linking to DVerse open-link because I actually really like this one and hope that more people see it!
And dust will rest on everything:
Dust will rest on once-pristine
Photo frames, and images of saints.
Dust will rest in the corners, by the
Floorboards, and on high shelves.
Dust will comfort the furniture,
As if it needs dust’s thick gray
Blanket when it is so neglected.
And dust will rest on everything:
Dust will rest on what I just
Dusted yesterday, thickening layers.
Dust will rest on my matryoshka
Dolls and the lucky manekineko cat.
Dust will read the many books
That I have stacked high, and one day
Cover every journal that I write.
Please read psalm 131 here. It inspired this shadorma in an indirect way. This poem, written after a conversation with a friend which helped to calm my anxiety, is shared with DVerse OLN.
Remember:
Song of quiet trust,
Dig in deep
Stand your ground
Until reinforcements come —
Angels will arrive.
This is for this prompt about Veterans’ Day. Follow the link to read more.
Put down your weapons —
Saint Martin’s intercession
this Armistice Day
For more on Saint Martin, whose feast day in the Catholic Church is November 11th, click here.
Today’s poem is inspired by the fact that, in the Catholic Church, today is the memorial of Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque. She lived from 1647 to 1690. I read this quotation from one of her letters this morning:
“This divine heart [of Christ] is an abyss of all blessings, and into it the poor should submerge all their needs. It is an abyss of joy in which all of us can immerse our sorrows. It is an abyss of lowliness to counteract our foolishness, an abyss of mercy for the wretched, an abyss of love to meet our every need.”
The quotation led to this poem.
“Abyss” is an unusual word
To use referring to what’s good;
Yet in this paradox is heard
A depth of wisdom. Ask this: “Could
The Lord allow something that seems
To be unloving to our eyes?”
Yes, out of darkness God redeems
The suffering, and can surprise
Our own hearts with what He creates.
So out of the abyss can soar
More happiness. The one who waits
With hope will see such joys outpour.
Note: Shared with Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday because I mentioned darkness. Also shared with DVerse OLN.
