A Tale of Two Disturbing Poems
I have that feeling…that as we come out of the hush or bustle of the summer, something is presenting itself. Something that presents Itself with hopes we will say Yes. Quite often, the fall season calls for a re-arranging, a new-year-esque lens to see our moments, coming and going, what we are up to, our rhythms of rest and work, through. Examination. It’s a soul-giving thing to stop and let it do its work. This poem recently came across my email via more than one list I am signed up to receive…which means you should listen, right? It is a poem I think we need to encounter in certain intervals of our process…in order to be “disturbed” toward what is next, in spite of our self-sabotaging settlement in the too small, too known, too safe. If it is available, gift yourself a moment of stillness and breath. Get quite inside and when you find you can receive…slowly roll the lines of this poem over in your mind. You might even practice a lectio divina-like reading of it, maybe