*** Windblade's Favorite Poems - Part II***

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by hangininthere, Jul 6, 2008.

  1. hangininthere

    hangininthere Well-Known Member

    From Windblade (I copy and paste poems for Windblade, our collaboration) -


    "Hi everyone - welcome to the new poetry thread.

    Please share any poems that you love, or ones that you have written.

    And also, reactions and reflections on the poems are always interesting to hear."

    -Windblade


    There is also a continuation poetry Part III thread.






    Guide Me Into An Unclinched Moment
    - Ted Loder

    Gentle me,
    Holy One,
    into an unclinched moment,
    a deep breath,
    a letting go
    of heavy expectancies,
    of shriveling anxieties,
    of dead certainties,
    that, softened by the silence,
    surrounded by the light,
    and open to the mystery,
    I may be found by wholeness,
    upheld by the unfathomable,
    entranced by the simple,
    and filled with the joy
    that is you.







    The Prayer of the Teacup
    - Macrina Wiederkehr

    I stand at my window and watch
    one by one the stars all leave me
    I am having tea with the dawn
    the first ray of sun descending
    into my teacup
    into my heart
    The steam of my tea ascending
    to the heavens
    into God's heart
    The yearning in my heart streaming
    to the heavens
    into God's heart
    And God, standing in the heavens
    watching the sun rise in my heart
    leans down to breathe in
    the first rays of my yearning
    and names it morning prayer.






    I Need to Breathe Deeply
    - Ted Loder

    Eternal Friend,
    grant me an ease
    to breathe deeply of this moment,
    this light,
    this miracle of now.
    Beneath the din and fury
    of great movements
    and harsh news
    and urgent crises,
    make me attentive still
    to good news,
    to small occasions,
    and the grace of what is possible
    for me to be,
    to do,
    to give,
    to receive,
    that I may miss neither my neighbor's gift
    nor my enemy's need.





    Morning Person
    - Vassar Miller

    God, best at making in the morning, tossed
    stars and planets, singing and dancing, rolled
    Saturn's rings spinning and humming, twirled the
    earth
    so hard it coughed and spat the moon up, brilliant
    bubble floating around it for good, stretched holy
    hands till birds in nervous sparks flew forth from
    them and beasts - lizards, big and little, apes,
    lions, elephants, dogs and cats cavorting,
    tumbling over themselves, dizzy with joy when
    God made us in the morning too, both man
    and woman, leaving Adam no time for
    sleep so nimbly was Eve bouncing out of
    his side till as night came everything and
    everybody, growing tired, declined, sat
    down in one soft descended Hallelujah.






    Let Evening Come
    - Jane Kenyon

    Let the light of late afternoon
    shine through chinks in the barn, moving
    up the bales as the sun moves down.

    Let the cricket take up chafing
    as a woman takes up her needles
    and her yarn. Let evening come.

    Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
    in long grass. Let the stars appear
    and the moon disclose her silver horn.

    Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
    Let the wind die down. Let the shed
    go black inside. Let evening come.

    To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
    in the oats, to air in the lung
    let evening come.

    Let it come, as it will, and don't
    be afraid. God does not leave us
    comfortless, so let evening come.






    Let Something Essential Happen To Me
    -Ted Loder

    O God,
    let something essential happen to me,
    something more than interesting
    or entertaining,
    or thoughtful.

    O God,
    let something essential happen to me,
    something awesome,
    something real.
    Speak to my condition, Lord,
    and change me somewhere inside where it matters,
    a change that will burn and tremble and heal
    and explode me into tears
    or laughter or love that throbs or screams
    or keeps its terrible, cleansing silence
    and dares the dangerous deeds.
    Let something happen in me which is my real self, God.

    O God,
    let something essential and passionate happen in me
    now. Strip me of my illusions of self-sufficiency,
    of my proud sophistications,
    of my inflated assumptions of knowledge
    and leave me shivering as Adam or Eve
    before the miracle of the natural--
    before the miracle of this earth
    that nurtures me as a mother
    and delights me as a lover;
    the miracle of my body
    that breathes and moves,
    hungers and digests,
    sees and hears,
    that works the most amazing messages
    of what and when and how,
    coded and curled in every cell
    and that dares to speak the confronting word.

    O God,
    let something essential and joyful happen in me now.
    something like the blooming of hope and faith,
    like a grateful heart,
    like a surge of awareness,
    of how precious each moment is,
    that now, not next time,
    now is the occasion
    to take off my shoes,
    to see every bush afire,
    to leap and whirl with neighbor,
    to gulp the air as sweet wine
    until I've drunk enough
    to dare to speak the tender word:
    "Thank you";
    "I love you";
    "You're beautiful";
    "Let's live forever beginning now";
    and "I'm a fool for Christ's sake."





    Disturb Us, Lord
    -attributed to Sir Francis Drake

    Disturb us, Lord, when
    We are too well pleased with ourselves,
    When our dreams have come true
    Because we have dreamed too little,
    When we arrived safely
    Because we sailed too close to the shore.

    Disturb us, Lord, when
    With the abundance of things we possess
    We have lost our thirst
    For the waters of life;
    Having fallen in love with life,
    We have ceased to dream of eternity
    And in our efforts to build a new earth,
    We have allowed our vision
    Of the new Heaven to dim.

    Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
    To venture on wider seas
    Where storms will show your mastery;
    Where losing sight of land,
    We shall find the stars.
    We ask You to push back
    The horizons of our hopes;
    And to push into the future
    In strength, courage, hope, and love.





    Rise Early
    - Macrina Wiederkehr

    Rise early
    when summer darkness
    still enwraps the trees.
    Walk into the dark forest
    with only your attentive heart.
    Gaze toward the east,
    take a deep breath, and wait.
    After a short while you will see God
    carrying a lantern through the forest,
    bits of light bobbing up and down
    in and out, higher and higher
    the light climbs, spilling over
    into the spaces between the leaves
    and on into the world
    beyond the forest.
    Then the beautiful darkness
    hands you over to the light.
    It slips away reverently
    into the bark of the tree trunks
    into the black earth
    into all those other countries
    that wait for its return.
    Lift your face to the day-star now.
    Experience the coming of dawn.
    Bathed in morning light, pray
    that the lantern of your life
    move gently this day
    into all those places
    where light is needed.





    The Omnipresence
    - Luci Shaw

    Reminders flicker at us from
    odd angles, nor will he be ignored;
    we sight him in unlikely places,
    oaths and dates and empty tombs.
    God. His print is everywhere,
    stamped on the macro- and the microcosm.
    Feathers, shells, stars, cells speak
    his diversity. The multiplicity of
    leaf and light says God. Wind,
    sensed but unseen, breathes the old
    metaphor again. Seasons are his
    signature. The double helix
    spells his spiral name.
    Faith summons him, and doubt
    blows only the sheerest skein
    of mist across his face.






    Canticle After Vespers
    progressive view from a country porch swing
    - Macrina Wiederkehr

    Day is Done
    Three cows in the pond
    One cow thinking about going into the pond
    Fifteen cows grazing in the green shadowed grass
    One cow mooing as though our world will never be
    healed
    Three calves frolicking in the meadow
    Four layers of blue green hills as a back drop
    Three humming birds hovering over my head
    Two Mocking Birds sitting on the fence
    One sun descending in the west
    One August moon rising in the east
    Three lazy purple clouds saying their night prayer
    Only God knows how many cicadas singing from the trees
    A sweet summer breeze coming in from the east
    One August moon growing larger
    One lone firefly looking for a mate
    One August moon growing as orange as a harvest moon
    Three stars coming out to look at the moon
    One mooing cow lying down to rest
    A great star family growing in number
    The cicada choir ending their song
    Three more fireflies joining the loner
    The canopy of night sky remembering the earth
    A Great Silence falling upon me
    A small joy spreading through me.
    A large wish for world peace washing over me
    Fifty-five wordless prayers dwelling within me.
    Day is Done.







    To a Long-Loved Love
    - Madeleine L'Engle

    (I)

    We, who have seen the new moon grow old together,
    Who have seen winter rime the fields and stones
    As though it would claim earth and water forever,
    We who have known the touch of flesh and the shape of
    bones
    Know the old moon stretching its shadows across a
    whitened field
    More beautiful than spring with all its spate of
    blooms
    What passions knowledge of tried flesh still yields,
    What joy and comfort these familiar rooms.

    (II)

    In the moonless, lampless dark now of this bed
    My body knows each line and curve of yours;
    My fingers know the shape of limb and head:
    As pure as mathematics ecstasy endures.
    Blinded by night and love we share our passion,
    Certain of burning flesh, of living bone:
    So feels the sculptor in the moment of creation
    Moving his hands across the uncut stone.

    (III)

    I know why a star gives light
    Shining quietly in the night;
    Arithmetic helps me unravel
    The hours and years this light must travel
    To penetrate our atmosphere.
    I can count the craters on the moon
    With telescopes to make them clear.
    With delicate instruments I can measure
    The secrets of barometric pressure.

    And therefore I find it inexpressibly queer
    That with my own soul I am out of tune,
    And that i have not stumbled on the art
    Of forecasting the weather of the heart.

    (IV)

    You are still new, my love. I do not know you.
    Stranger beside me in the dark of bed,
    Dreaming the dreams I cannot ever enter,
    Eyes closed in that unknown, familiar head.
    Who are you, who have thrust and entered
    My very being, penetrated so that now
    I can never again be wholly separate,
    Bound by shared living to this unkown thou?
    I do not know you, nor do you know me,
    And yet we know each other in the way
    Of our primordial forbears in the garden,
    Adam knew Eve. As we do, so did they.
    They, we, forever strangers: Austere but true.
    And yet I would not change it. You are still new.

    (V)

    Words must be said, and silences be kept,
    Yet, that word better left unheard, unspoken,
    Like that unsaid, can wound. O Love, I've wept
    From words, have thought my heart was broken
    From the looked-for word unuttered. Where
    Silence should speak loud, we speak instead.
    Where words of love would heal we do not dare
    To voice them: From sound and silence both have fled.
    Yet love grows through those quiet deepening hours
    When silence fills the empty boundless spaces
    Twixt flesh and flesh. Wordlessness is ours
    And love is nourished through unspoken graces.
    But O my love, as I need daily bread
    I need the words of love which must be said.

    (VI)

    Neither sadist nor masochist, I still
    Must turn to violence: break, be broken.
    False image of myself I beg you: kill.
    Help me destroy the one of you I've spoken
    Within my willful heart. It is no more you
    Than I am all that I would wish to be.
    I cannot really love you till I hew
    All these projections of an unreal me,
    An imaged you, to shards. Then death
    Will have a chance to free me for creation.
    God! All this dying has me out of breath.
    How do I understand reincarnation?
    But if I burst all bonds of self-protection
    Then may I find us both in resurrection.







    I Alertly Rest My Soul
    - Howard Thurman

    My ego is like a fortress,
    I have built its walls stone by stone
    To hold out the invasion of the love of God.

    But I have stayed here long enough. There is light
    Over the barriers. O my God -
    The darkness of my house forgive
    And overtake my soul.

    I relax the barriers.
    I abandon all that I think I am,
    All that I hope to be,
    All that I believe I possess.

    I let go of the past,
    I withdraw my grasping hand from the future,
    And in the great silence of this moment,
    I alertly rest my soul.

    As the sea gull lays in the wind current,
    So I lay myself into the spirit of God.

    My dearest human relationships,
    My most precious dreams,
    I surrender to His care.

    All that I have called my own
    I give back. All my favorite things
    Which I would withhold in my storehouse
    From his fearful tyranny,
    I let go.

    I give myself
    Unto Thee, O my God.
    Amen.





    Closing from 'Prayer of One Who Feels Lost'
    - Joyce Rupp, From 'Praying Our Goodbyes'

    Dear God,
    why do I keep fighting you off?
    One part of me wants you desperately,
    another part of me unknowingly
    pushes you back and runs away.

    What is there in me that
    so contradicts my desire for you?
    These transition days, these passage ways,
    are calling me to let go of old securities,
    to give myself over into your hands.

    Like Jesus who struggled with the pain
    I, too, fight the "let it all be done."
    Loneliness, lostness, non-belonging,
    all these hurts strike out at me,
    leaving me pained with this present goodbye.

    I want to be more but I fight the growing.
    I want to be new but I hang unto the old.
    I want to live but I won't face the dying.
    I want to be whole but cannot bear
    to gather up the pieces into one.

    Is it that I refuse to be out of control,
    to let the tears take their humbling journey,
    to allow my spirit to feel its depression,
    to stay with the insecurity of "no home"?

    Now is the time. You call to me,
    begging me to let you have my life,
    inviting me to taste the darkness
    so I can be filled with the light,
    allowing me to lose my direction
    so that I will find my way home to you.





    One Strong Star
    - Joyce Rupp

    I stand gazing at the cold winter sky,
    thirty minutes after midnight
    on the first day of the new year.
    What I see catches my heart
    and draws me into profound hope.

    There in the black winter sky
    one strong star sings a silent melody,
    illuminating the heavily clouded heights
    with a powerful, assuring presence.
    I hear it calling to every human soul
    whose life yearns for something more.

    One strong star sends a brave song
    to those who doubt their own courage.
    It shines for the soreness of the planet
    and for all who die daily
    in their coffins of discouragement.

    I stand gazing at that single star
    resonating with the shining message:
    none of us need doubt our ability to survive.

    Hope comes in little ways -
    it only takes one shining star,
    one faithful friend,
    one wisp of inspiration,
    one touch of creation's beauty,
    one deep sip of love
    to keep the illumination alive in us.

    In the snow laden clouds of the first day
    of the new year
    I bow to the heavens and turn homeward
    grateful for the quiet in my heart,
    and for the singing of a lone star sending strength
    to every corner of the cosmos.





    The Heart of Compassion
    - Joyce Rupp

    Compassionate God,
    your generous presence
    is always attuned to hurting ones.
    Your listening ear is bent
    toward the cries of the wounded
    Your heart of love
    fills with tears for the suffering.
    Turn my inward eye to see
    that I am not alone.
    I am a part of all of life.
    Each one's joy and sorrow
    is my joy and sorrow,
    and mine is theirs.
    May I draw strength
    from this inner communion.
    May it daily recommit me
    to be a compassionate presence
    for all who struggle with life's pain.





    My Journey To Wisdom
    - Joyce Rupp

    Once upon a time
    a child of happiness danced upon the land,
    knew friendship with the earth
    and celebrated life
    with her love of solitude and simple things.

    She grew into a young woman,
    whose vision of self was clouded,
    clothed with the complexities of insecurity
    and the necessity of leaving the hallowed womb
    of the quiet earth.

    She walked into cities of strangers,
    straining her inner eye to catch
    the slightest hint of the beauty
    that had energized her younger days
    when she played upon the earth.

    Days stretched into months
    and then years went by.
    She slowly changed by going deeper,
    deeper, into her Center.
    Never understanding why the desire
    to go deeper was there
    but always knowing there was no other choice
    than to follow at all costs.
    Darkness often loomed up large
    against her searching journey.
    Risk and Truth became her companions.

    She met Compassion
    and then Wisdom came to greet her.
    So close, at times, were these companions
    that she wept for their intensity
    and her unworthiness.
    Still, they walked with her,
    and everywhere she went,
    her companions reached out
    and blessed the people of her life.

    She could only kneel in gratitude,
    offering her heart of praise
    to the Divine Companion
    who had faithfully kept the kindling of love
    burning in her heart.






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  2. poets

    poets Member

    Thank you all for thinking of such an uplifting thread. I often wonder how I would ever make it without my faith and trust in the Lord.

    This was just what I needed this morning before I try to get some sleep. I was up all night because I couldn't sleep.

    God Bless and Warm Hugs,
    Meg
  3. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    I'm so glad that you found some comfort here. I believe that poems speak to us in such a deep, powerful way.
  4. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    MORNING PERSON by Vassar Miller

    about the creation of the world, I see as

    exuberant, raucous, funny, and playful.

    And has the joy of the Lord in abundance.
  5. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    The 'Time' poem by Henry Van Dyke.

    It is short, and powerfully compressed, but contains so well our human nature,

    and, thank God our eternal nature.

    Thanks for bringing it here.
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  6. Sweetpotatoe

    Sweetpotatoe New Member

    I love this thread, I wish we all lived in a compound together!!!

    Glory, like minded people, that understand the depths of the soul.

    And Tiggy, you are amazing and gifted, and truly awake to humanity.


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  7. Sweetpotatoe

    Sweetpotatoe New Member

    The memory of days gone by
    The days of simplicity haunt me
    Why did I not know then
    That first love is not forever

    The yearning for a taste of days gone by
    For love that was so pure and intoxicating
    Unconditional and breathtaking
    Was it real or an illusion

    The connecting of souls
    Like a God Given gift, never to be given again
    Memories do not sustain me
    For the yearning of my soul is too great

    To love and be loved, to cherish and be cherished
    Waiting for the next time to be together
    Nothing else matters, Time is teasing
    The scent of my lover never forgotten

    His touch brings me to my knees
    My touch takes his breath away
    Words of passion and truth uncomplicated
    The dream of our future together ripe in our hearts

    Yet destiny had other plans.

    The yearning for another chance consume me
    For another experience of soul connection
    Of devine love in this season of life

    Older and wiser, and if destiny permits
    I promise to savour every moment
    The differnce will be, this time will be forever.







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  8. windblade

    windblade Active Member


    I can feel all of the sorrow of loss and longing in your poem. You captured it so well. And what young love is.

    I long for you to find an even greater love in your life!

    So glad that you came and shared your heartfelt poem. And that you're enjoying this poetry thread.

    It does create a wonderful place, doesn't it?
  9. Sweetpotatoe

    Sweetpotatoe New Member

    To have known love and lost it or to have never experienced it?

    Can love develop to such a degree?, Can we make it happen?
    I don't think so.

    In the 20 something years since my first love I have never experienced connection to another to that degree, I have never felt that way again.

    Its a mystery.

    Bring on the poems.

    Cindy.
  10. windblade

    windblade Active Member


    What I see in that last stanza of Madeleine L'Engle's poem is that she is saying she must rid herself of any falseness that is in her.

    And any false views of her beloved that keep her from loving his true self.

    That is what she is asking to have the courage to do.

    She wants a continuous growth and resurrection of their love, saying it is not a destructive sadistic or masochistic struggle. Just the opposite, a finding and loving of the true self.

  11. windblade

    windblade Active Member


    Hangininthere (Patti) has also chosen some great poems to bring here!

    This thread is a joy to work on, and I love everyone's responses, comments and bringing of poems.
  12. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    You sure are having fun! I'm still reading every thing, trying to catch up with this.

    My mind is too tired to day to try and think poetically.

    Hey! Maybe if we were all more poetical instead of political the world would be a better place!! LOL

    Hope you don't mind me popping in.


  13. windblade

    windblade Active Member

    We did have a lot of fun creating this thread, and loved people's responses.

    Take your time to browse through - it's not going anywhere.

    And if you feel like adding some of your own, that would be great.

    I love how many different kinds of styles and voices there are in poetry.

    So glad you came.
  14. Sweetpotatoe

    Sweetpotatoe New Member

    I loved your poem, it made me think about doing just that more often.
    I've been reading a book about Heaven, we will be doing alot of singing and praising in Heaven.

    Cindy.
  15. windblade

    windblade Active Member


    A really uplifting and encouraging poem! All good things to keep alive in our hearts.

    That's wonderful that you write song lyrics. Do you sing, or play an instrument?

    I also wanted to thank you for keeping the 'Prayers and Reflections' thread going. I always read it, sometimes going back and re-reading. You choose such excellent writings.

    Hope you will bring more poems that you wrote to us!
  16. lrning2cope

    lrning2cope New Member

    For bumping these posts up . I have a lot of reading to do !

    Holly