Somehow my underlying stress/worry has vaporized the moment I left Samuel's new school and this morning I am finding my way back to what soothes me. Morning pages, poetry prompts and this: Magpie Tales photo prompts.
Here is my attempt to write in a way that honors this man, one of my saint-heroes.
sweet singing ones
know without question to nestle in the folds of I wonder how I could adopt the concept of the liturgical, everyday into fashion without looking completely unconventional newsflash, we ~ you and I are not so instead I nestle into the vestments of not knowing and pray to listen to the hearts beating
your vestments
between the furrows
Follow me on Twitter: @JulieJordanScot
Did you enjoyed this poem? Receive poetry and essay emails directly to your inbox for free from Julie Jordan Scott via the Daily Passion Activator. One inspirational essay and poem (almost) every week day. Subscribe here now -
I like how you end the poem. Instead of using metaphors, you use "you" and be the guiding image.
Posted by: a noiseless patient spider | May 09, 2011 at 04:25 PM
Last two lines are dynamite!
Posted by: Nicole | May 09, 2011 at 05:26 PM
nice...there is comfort in that not knowing...and yes hear those heart beats...
Posted by: brian | May 09, 2011 at 07:34 PM
"...the vestments of not knowing..."
I've been there, as well. Lovely thoughts.
Posted by: tess kincaid | May 10, 2011 at 09:04 AM
Nestling into the vestments of not knowing. What a great line.
Posted by: Martin H | May 10, 2011 at 02:35 PM
at times, pretend not knowing or not to dig too deep may be a blessing.
apt tale, well done.
Happy Belated Mother's Day.
:)
Posted by: Jingle | May 10, 2011 at 06:58 PM
brilliant...
check out short story slam and welcome your submission.
Posted by: Bluebell Books | May 11, 2011 at 07:28 PM
I nestle into vestments of not knowing, too...
Posted by: Trellissimo | May 12, 2011 at 08:05 AM