Our February writing circle happened on Valentine’s Day and our theme was LOVE. The next circle will be March 21st, 9:30am – 11:30am, in the Parish Hall of Calvary Church in Summit, and “Entering the Stillness” will be our theme.
A special thanks goes to Lisa Brown, Nancy Burgas (joining our circle again from Santa Fe), Marge Dukes and Susan Maitner, and to our two newest contributors, Robert Gamble and Rosalind Seneca, for sharing their writings.
We opened the February circle with a variety of readings about love. Eileen Gerety read THAT LIVES IN US by Rumi. We begin with that here, followed by our own pieces. We hope you will enjoy them all. Collectively, they speak to Love’s Invitation: the call and the response, living side by side.
That Lives In Us by Rumi
If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.
If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is
If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.
Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear- to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all evolves us.
If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be
(From ‘Love Poems From God’ by Daniel Ladinsky)
Ode to Matthew – January 2015 by Lisa Brown
I could not look anywhere but down
What did I do?
What did I not do?
For my lost boy
I felt the weight so heavy,
It was hard to even stand straight.
As time passes I am finding a lightening
of my sorrow
As I try to hold steady for Zackery
To continue on slowly
One step at a time
Seeing a way forward,
Yet still with a part missing that I can never get back
I try for those who are left with me,
to see the life ahead.
Love is . . . by Nancy Burgas
. . . the kiss of a snowflake upon a toddler’s eye
the whisper of wind through the willows at dawn
the promise of tomorrow in the twilight sky
a tear streaming down a bereaved widow’s face
an old man’s plea to see his long-dead wife
the sob of a child as she buries her dog
Love dances down the aisle with the bride and groom
Screeches with joy as the infant is born
Whirls and swirls when the soldier gets back
Love cradles the urn holding ashes of a son
As his dad drives him finally home
It keeps on going when hope feels gone
Love is a shiny white box
Tied with a turquoise bow
A gift emitting great light
Love whispers to me
‘Have a happy dream’
Kite Flying by Margaret A. Dukes
It flies high by a thin thread
snaps with the burst of wind
I pull on the taut string
It dips, floats, bobs.
Wind changes everything:
when it slackens
I will run down the street
to keep my kite in the sky.
Calvary Parish by Robert Gamble
Calvary Parish Episcopal Church
gray stone on the outside
nine sit in a circle of steel chairs
centered in the ancient hall
holding poems of love and warmth.
If You Want To Know Love ~ Haiku by Lorri Lizza
Don't torture yourself.
Light enters every space.
Pour yourself, Sweet One.
Sometimes by Susan Abbott Maitner
The deer come closer
Resists the urge to run
It happened to me twice
A six-point Stag
Three days after your death
A white doe
While rounding the bend
On a dreary morning
Praying with Box Trucks by Susan Abbott Maitner
Driving east on Route 24
And thinking about love in all its guises
Two winter-grimed box trucks
Words half hidden on the rollup of one
Salt-streaked imperative on the side of the other:
No rosy romance in these missives
But hey I take them for all they’re worth:
Renew the fabric of my life
Restore the tired and the truculent
The rhythm rocks me on
Love letters leading home
Pain Needs Love by Rosalind Seneca
In the dark cave I sit alone hugging my knees and suffer.
I am alone with my wickedness, shame and guilt,
There is no light.
One day, Carl is sitting next to me in the dark silence.
Love is born.
When I am seventy pain comes again.
My back rejects me and hurts.
I cannot sit, stand or walk without pain.
But I can still love. The dark cave has vanished
And is replaced by a river of hope.