Poems from February Writing Circle

February writing circle

Dear Friends,

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.

With Love,

Lorri

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

your body.

 

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

so happy.

 

(From ‘Love Poems From God’ by Daniel Ladinsky)

 

Ode to Matthew – January 2015 by Lisa Brown

  At first,

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

     For Rich

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’

Every night

 

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

in February

gray stone on the outside

cold inside

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

Sometimes

The deer come closer

Sometimes

Just one

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

Chugging by

 

Words half hidden on the rollup of one

Salt-streaked imperative on the side of the other:

 

“Fabric Renew”

“Restore”

 

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

Renew, restore,

Restore, renew

The rhythm rocks me on

 

Mantric signs

Sweet valentines

 

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.