He called the sonnet the golden cage, saying, But it has to cage something fairly wild, something that needs caging…
And she said poetry offers a religion of noticing things…that it provides a place to quiet yourself…
And I told my pastor this morning that when I read a few of these pearls strung exquisitely together, I feel Him and my longing for Him is ever more heady and solicitous. And it is wild and in need of caging, and it is a quiet place to find…everything—it is the beauty in all that screams to be noticed.
Poetry is this—a path to His presence.
When in the night my soul dost cease to sleep,
Besotted mind lifts to that wondrous place,
Wherein the day my beating heart dost keep--
The place of you and your most beauteous face.
It’s wild! This beast that sleep cannot contain;
Cupped by your hand the creature frees to fly.
Heart, hammer—thrash—against all other frame!
Your bars of love enfold the highest high.
A quiet place where desperate souls find rest;
Set crowns aside to dine on joy instead.
All who hunger deep, feast--the banquet’s best
And Shangri La is found upon my bed.
This quiet place where wild things dance with thee;
Blood price is paid, the Golden Cage sets free.
22 comments:
So lyrical!
and thank you for leading us on that path ...
Ahhhhhhhh . . .
(That was a sigh of deep contentment)
You feel so deeply Laura - and you give life to those feelings with your glorious words. I love this!
Madeleine L'Engle would be proud! She liked to make her workshop students write sonnets, for just the reasons you elaborated.
Oh wow, Laura! God speaks through your words so much to me! Straight to my soul. :-)
Thank you for sharing your soul with us again today!!
May you have a blessed tomorrow...
excellent verse....and i agree with your thoughts on poetry...smiles.
I love it!
Thank you for sharing!!!
oxox-Camille
I am such a fool that I struggle to write poetry. The engineer in me wants to organize, straighten up,make sense. The architect/artist in me wants to fly but just doesn't know how. I understand it when I see it. I appreciate it. It makes my insides glow. I'll get there...
this was so beautiful it brought tears, and i had to read it, over and over.
don't stop. please.
I have met Him in that wondrous place called night...
Especially there, when sleep eludes me, my body fails me, and all that I can do is travel to his arms and hear his gentle whispers of grace over my soul.
I get this one.
peace~elaine
It's like a hymn. Only better.
I can just hear the voices of angels singing it.
I like the wild. There is something in our hearts that is, and he meets it somehow.
This is exquisite! I love sonnets -- writing and reading them (good ones) -- and I love that you used language of yesteryear in a poem that explodes with presence now. Major score.
Reading over and over and over and over. Magnificent!
I am entranced and speechless. I would own a collection of your works. You've got a new follower in me.
新人一枚，簽到喔
This reminds me of John Donne, one of my all-time favorite poets. Beautiful!
You are a blessing.
love it! great pic too!!
So beautiful. Thank you!
Laura, I've come back to this again and again. That first stanza sounds like the right response to something, which I haven't always responded well to. So I'll have to come back and read it again. :)
This part:
"Set crowns aside to dine on joy instead."
Those crowns. Ugh.
And you inspire me with your sonnet. I did one once or twice. Maybe I could try again.
BTW you were right---except "melancholy" might have been too mild a word to describe it. :)
how did I miss this?
it's magnificent , Laura. I'm in awe.
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