I sleep with my head
on this pillow
and dream the dreams
of canyon walls, not
closing in but swinging
wide the avenues of
my nous, fortifying the
kardia—folding mind
and heart into one
prayer, inside this body-
temple; re-pairing this
ancient hospitality of
being—an invitation,
with crisp white edges,
to the Spirit to come
dwell within the walls
of my person. When
I awake, I weep with
joy and tentatively swing
my feet to the floor—
stepping out into my
life—onto holy ground.
17 comments:
Holy ground indeed...for as we go by choice, we may abide with Him.
Amen.
Oh yes. I feel this. And I am right back in those walls with doors swung open wide. A gift. Your poem is beautiful and true.
"an invitation with crisp white edges" --I love that.
And so fun to see the nous and kardia references to Scott Cairn's meditation.
I need to learn more about nous...
I liked the "crisp white edges" too. Limestone canyon as invitation.
sweet! dude! you rock...
Wonderful lines, especially "the avenues of / my nous" and "an invitation, / with crisp white edges".
All of you have returned filled with such inspiration. It's heartening to read your posts.
Laura, it sounds to me like you are getting your joy back and rediscovering hope. I love your poem...what a beautiful way of putting it! Love this Holy Ground He gives us each day! Praise God!
it's here that we meet Him ... beautiful
There's something about a place, a place like this one, that strips away that pretense and facade, for those of us willing to see ourselves in that beautiful barrenness. I walked that road from the Great Hall to Song Bluff House as least 7 or 8 times, and each time, each kick of the dust, reminded me of Someone washing my feet at journey's end.
Beautiful poem, Laura.
Beautiful! Our life is our offering.
"An invitation with crisp white edges."
That got to me, too. It's how I feel about L.L.'s first chapter of God in the Yard.
Step out, my friend.
Oops. Anonymous. That's me.
Beautiful weaving of nous and kardia, and loving the fact that the canyon wall isn't closing in, but swinging wide open.
This goes on the "excellent" list.
"an invitation with crisp white edges"--what a beautiful way of seeing yourself. Lift up your heads, O you gates. Be lifted up you ancient doors! Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. Blessings!
ahhhhhh. sigh squared.
Love that! Praising! Woke up praying for you this morning... embracing all He provides... yes Lord!
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