Courage Part 2: Poems from Interweave’s March Writing Circle


Dear Friends,

In March our writing circle continued with the theme of Courage. We begin with a prayer, Patient Trust, from the Ignatian tradition, which so beautifully speaks of the eternal dance between Courage and Trust. We hope you enjoy it and all of the offerings!

Warm Regards,



Patient Trust

By Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ


Above all, trust in the slow work of God.

We are quite naturally impatient in everything

to reach the end without delay.

We should like to skip the intermediate stages.

We are impatient of being on the way to something

unknown, something new.

And yet it is the law of all progress

that it is made by passing through

some stages of instability—

and that it may take a very long time.


And so I think it is with you;

your ideas mature gradually—let them grow,

let them shape themselves, without undue haste.

Don’t try to force them on,

as though you could be today what time

(that is to say, grace and circumstances

acting on your own good will)

will make of you tomorrow.


Only God could say what this new spirit

gradually forming within you will be.

Give Our Lord the benefit of believing

that his hand is leading you,

and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself

in suspense and incomplete.


(Source:, excerpted from 

Hearts on Fire: Praying with Jesuits, Michael Harter, S.J.) 




By Margaret A Dukes


BE the poem

you want to be

Have the courage 

of your alliteration

your metaphor

simile and rhyme

Publish your true

self to the world

You're okay.



Here and Gone

By Anon


I leave a space for you

So you can show up in your time

I leave the empty chair

Stay in courage to see you there

An act of love, to wait

Not brush over or cover up

To be present to your absence

To reveal and to feel 

As only love can do

Like the church cat

Searches quiet and sunny corners

To rest, like you, in peace

An open heart

I warm the space 

And wait in faith 

For you again 



Writing Circle 

By Margaret A. Dukes


We're going back 

to the well of courage 

tentatively place 

our fingers on 

the crank handle, 

lower the bucket 

not sure if our fear 

will allow us to drink 

from the cup of 

what comes up.




By Anon


If this pen is mightier than the sword

Can it write a story of you

A lost young soldier

And me – a little girl dousing the flames

Both of us fire on the inside

Burned not by flame,

But by smoldering embers 

glowing brighter than the sun.

But casting shadows long and dark

On a space of earth held 

Empty but for wind 

Silent rivers too icy to touch

Decades cover over 

Like a blanket of snow

A cold and silent veil

Of my own making

Until I laid claim to shovels and fire

Finding the earth, unfrozen and clean

Land to stand upon

These pieces are mine to hold 

Soil to till

Clearing space to grow

Rocks to place

As stepping stones or mosaic

Collect what is mine

To bring beauty forth 

That was there all along.



How Can I Help You? 

By Lorri Lizza


When my own past fears 

Glare hot against your sweet hopes –

I will remember to wear sunglasses.


When my errors are making a ruckus

Twirling batons down Main St, USA

I will learn to say, “Quiet down.”


When I’m at a loss as to how to help you,

My own beautiful child,

I will realize you are helping me.



Awaiting Your Voice

By Anon


Somewhere in time there is a girl

Cutting her heels to fit a glass slipper

Unaware that most stories are not of princesses

And shouldn’t be anyway

She waits not for a prince

But for your creation

To tell her she is not alone

Details don’t matter

Your story is hers

Resonance in the soul

The echo of an awakened kiss

Across time and space



Poem of the Morning

By Margaret A. Dukes


I want to fly 

like the Blue Heron 

with my fear flayed out 

behind me 

heading toward 

the pond of plenty 

where kindness swims 

and I can see it 

– catch it 

– release it 

at will. 



May the Plateau of Ease Find You Quickly

By Nicholas Leonardo Lizza


May the plateau of ease find you quickly!!!

May the chasm of meaning become like a launch pad

Where you, in such a lovely manner, learn to find and

Spread your wings in effortless take off.

And I pray your hearts grow ever wide

As you take in ever more!!!