Sunday, April 9, 2017

Poetry: Providence

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PROVIDENCE

I spent a year
inside steepled walls
with a weary flock
and their flood of
private thoughts
we prayed out loud
with a vague dread
our pain tucked in
our sins neatly pressed

But my feet
were restless
in the pews
my mouth couldn't taste
the peace there
my throat hurt
from choking
on the points
of the church spires

I found God instead
outside the four walls
beneath a roof of oaks
in a chapel of trees
reading each verse
in the veins
of the leaves, in
the mushroomed earth
trampled by my feet

Truth in the cells
of each fallen treasure
on the floor of the woods
with its holiness of color
There I can pray
and gently surrender
to the source inside
that turns my poems tender
in a sacred rhythm
my soul, not I,
remembers.

© Sherri Brannon 2017

"Were I in churchless solitudes remaining,
Far from all voice of teachers and divines,
My soul would find, in flowers of God’s ordaining,
Priests, sermons, shrines."
~Glen Ridge, 1863

My church is in nature. Worshiping within four walls never resonated with me...I tried it, believe me. It didn't fit for me personally. My best learning, the most sacred kind, happens in nature. I walk in the trees and the limits of my mind loosen, the heart of it all reveals itself a little bit more with each veined leaf, with each branch - ragged or full - reaching for the light, for something higher. My biggest epiphanies, my closest talks with God, happen amidst the trees and flowers.

23 comments:

  1. This helps me so much. I am married to a preacher (which has pretty much killed my faith). But this makes it clear to me that I've been "looking for God" in the wrong places.

    Thank you.

    thejungsofa.blogspot.com

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    1. Knowing that my words resonated with someone means so much. Thank you! <3

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  2. Where is God? God is everywhere.( Catholic Catechism)
    Even in some Churches.Seek and ye shall find.I agree - God is present in all beauty from the magnificence of the natural world to the magnificence of liturgical music.Lovely poem.

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    1. I absolutely agree! For me, it's more present in nature.

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  3. I sometimes think all church board meetings should be held in a forest glade. Need I say more?

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  4. For me, you've written a fine piece of poetry. I can't pick out a favourite stanza, I like them all.

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  5. I love this poem so much and resonate with every line! This is a beauty, Sherri.

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  6. You can definitely find divinity and spirituality in nature ... as well as serenity. Thank you for visiting my blog, Magic of Words :)

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  7. Truth in the cells
    of each fallen treasure
    on the floor of the woods
    with its holiness of color
    There I can pray
    and gently surrender
    to the source inside
    that turns my poems tender
    in a sacred rhythm
    my soul, not I,
    remembers.

    This is soo beautifully worded!

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  8. Centering prayer, in silence, mind blank, and into the forest of humankind.
    ZQ

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  9. So much truth in your poem. I feel the same way.

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  10. I agree with you about nature...one can really worship God very well amidst the majesty and beauty of His creation!

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  11. Often we are put off by mankind's interpretation of God only to find it without pressure in the beautiful world around us. Sadly we are hell bent on destroying this one thing that proves our faith.

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  12. Liked this one., especially the description of
    pain tucked in and sins neatly pressed...

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  13. No dogma can surpass the sacredness of Nature. Well said.

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  14. I have a special place which I call my chapel. You've described my faith perfectly.

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  15. You build your case eloquently and render it beautifully. A lovely write.

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  16. that turns my poems tender
    in a sacred rhythm
    my soul, not I,
    remembers.

    Such is the greatness of the al-Mighty Providence!


    Hank

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  17. The contrast is so clear! To arrive at "gentle surrender" in nature and not stay with this: "vague dread
    our pain tucked in
    our sins neatly pressed"
    It's as if the scrutiny--or audience--is a test rather than an invitation, and prayer is done masked rather than naked. I hope to be able to carry the experience of nature in me by the time I am totally confined.

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    1. I'm with you all the way. Never felt right, didn't get an answer until I took it outside to the trees, the birds, and the veins of leaves.

      Elizabeth

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  18. I have a special place which I call my chapel. You've described my faith perfectly.


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