Early morning scratchings

September 19, 2012

Quiet once more
A new day dawns
Silence upon my ears
The earth yawns

Shadows of dreams
Dance in my mind
Like memories of old friends
Not seen for some time

All is still here
Mimicking my calmed heart
That has not wakened
No path it charts

Yet - choices already
I have made
Coffee, pen in hand
All is not fate

Desire what ye?
I call to my deep down soul
Echoes; a cardinal's song
The only sounds that toll

And so I turn my attention
The present gift I have
to my God in the pages
who illumines my path

Words

The words of this sonnet by Madeleine L'Engle echoed true in my soul today.

WORD

I, who live by words, am wordless when
I try my words in prayer. All language turns
To silence. Prayer will take my words and then
Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns
To hold its peace, to listen with the heart
To silence that is joy, is adoration.
The self is shattered, all words torn apart
In this strange patterned time of contemplation
That, in time, breaks time, breaks words, breaks me,
And then, in silence, leaves me healed and mended.
I leave, returned to language, for I see
Through words, even when all words are ended.

I, who live by words, am wordless when
I turn me to the Word to pray. Amen.