Earth's crammed with Heaven and every common bush afire with God
But only those who see take off their shoes
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries

Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Quality Seed

 I decided to play with simple poetry this week.
What is sown is perishable;
what is raised is imperishable.
It is sown in dishonor;
it is raised in glory.
It is sown in weakness;
it is raised a spiritual body. I Cor. 15:42


Soul winter.
seed laid to rest
below, alone
lifeless
cold, gritty dark
imprisoned? embraced.
promise
hope hidden
embryo sheltered
sun and rain
and resurrection
inevitable

unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone John 12:24





Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Soul of a Poet

James Dickey said that a poet is “someone who notices and is enormously taken by things that somebody else would walk by.”

In her book, The Art of the Soul, Joy Sawyer expands this idea.
“A main component of a poet’s work is to highlight a common, ordinary detail so that we might see it through new eyes, hear it through new ears. Thus, the poet’s senses are at work at all times, absorbing shades of periwinkle, nuances of marble shine, fragrances of juniper and jasmine, tender glances across a living room.”

To me, a good friendship is poetry. Friends listen to each other and to God.  Each finds herself “enormously taken by things that somebody else would walk by” and helps her friend see circumstances through new eyes and hear them through new ears.

God created me with the soul of a poet.  I believe that this is a sliver of His image in me. Ephesians 2 says that we are God’s “workmanship”. The word can be translated “poetry”. It goes on to say that we are created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand. We are God’s poetry, and we are sent into the world as apprentice poets!

I want to live my life like a poem God is writing. In turn, I want to be a part of the process as God creates beautiful poetry in the lives of the people around me.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

On Silence

If I could prescribe just one remedy for all the ills of the modern world, I would prescribe silence. For even if the word of God were proclaimed in the modern world no one would hear it; there is too much noise. Therefore, create silence. - Kierkegaard
This is what I crave today. Silence. I crave exterior silence around me. I want the noise and demands and chaos to stop and let me go. More than that, I crave interior silence; for the static in my head to cease and be still so that I can hear the voice of the Word of God.

Jesus, you are the one who calmed the storm. You said "'Peace! Be still!'  And the wind ceased and there was a great calm."(Mark 4:39, ESV)  Speak calm into the rough seas of my heart so that I can be filled with you instead.