Poems from Interweave’s October Writing Circle

Dear Friends,

“Listening with The Wind” was our October theme. As the birds migrate south and the trees gift the earth with gold, a gift waits for us too. Stop. Notice. Making momentary peace with our warring parts, we seriously consider this omniscient Invitation to wholeness and abundance and joy. We hope you’ll enjoy our reflections.
We send warm wishes for a very blessed Thanksgiving Season.

Lorri and the Writing Circle
November 2017

 

“A Day After the Northeaster” by Margaret A Dukes

Often it comes
fiercely
follows days of strong rain
It blows black-top roads dry
steals the leaves off the trees –
somewhat sad it is
black bare branches
devoid of color
yet redeemed by
a blue sky
of a day.
I love this wind.

 

“Freedom or Folly?” by Lorri Lizza

Each day I choose between the two
Become freer to be
   To see things just as they are
No better or worse
Just as they (you) are now
Or
I may resist the prison door key
And stay inside the self-imposed
Self-defined jailhouse folly
Judgments
Opinions
Knowing
Burying the unknown creepy crawlers
Deeper and deeper beneath the basement trap door
Denying their metamorphosis and so my own

Perhaps a middle ground exists
While I’m deciding the right time to leave this cell

Moving to the window, pressed against its bars,
I hear the wind
I see the leaves of the trees rustling in unison
Gently urging —- Be free, be free.

 

“Winds of Change” by Sue Edmondson
Rising at dawn anticipating a beautiful calm day I am looking for my boat to sail forth away
on the still calm waters of our bay.

Pink skies and then a ball of fire rising, rising up into the sky. Golden sun is there to behold for all humankind
sparkling diamonds dancing on the water presented by our golden sun.

What is this I say! look my boat is rocking and going astray. It is the wind that is blowing me away.
And now the sun is being taken over by dark clouds. I am afraid. What once was calm water and warm sun now is none.

What do I do now? Are these spirits telling me to make changes that I am afraid to do?

No I am not afraid to make changes I say.
I will go into my boat tomorrow and I know the waters will be calm and the golden sun will send sparkling diamonds into the water again.

 

“Listening to the Wind” by Eileen Gerety

Listening to the Wind
Don’t want to go
Our last day here
Even though I know

We’ve two weeks still
On our beloved Cape
Nothing feels like here
I just want to drape…

Its Aura all around me
And plead, “never let me go”
This serenity  – feels like
Nothing I’ve ever known!

So, stay with me PTOWN
You know I love you so…
Say you’ll never leave me
I so don’t want to go!

(You’ll be back.)

Yes, Honey says it’s so
Though I’m leaving and grieving
A yearly part of the show
And I just don’t know…

What is it I feel?
As I live into this place…
What is it I crave?
When I’m not in this space…

Tide inching towards me
Draws me onto the deck
Town is still sleepy
Oh! What the heck!

(Can you stay?)

Seagull on the jetty
Wind is casting a spell
Fog moves in to cover us
Oh Sophia! A groundswell..!

Tide kissing sand across the shore
I want to stay even more!!
The early morn’ – before whispers
Just nature – at its core

(Can’t you stay just a little longer?)

Must leave today I sadly say
Continue the journey we’re on
But I’ll be back another day
Singing a much different song!

Ships rocking on the waves
Seaweed upon the shore
Jonathan leaves the jetty
I wish I knew what was in store!

 

What Am I?
(Hint: I Am Bigger Than A Bread Box!)
By Nicholas Leonardo Lizza

 In the first part of my life,
I usually did whatever I was tempted to do.
In the next part of my life,
I struggled gamely with doing
What I thought I was supposed to do.
But, in the third part of my life,
I, within reason,
did mostly whatever I wanted to.
And in these latter days of my life,
I mostly do what I decide to do.

…And,
I imagine,
in the last days of my life,
I will do only whatever I can do.

What am I?
Hint: I am bigger than a breadbox…

Answer:
Values!

 

“Finding God at Last” by Rosalind Seneca

It is Sunday, August 20th 2017. Joe and I are attending the 10.30 service at our church, St Alban’s, Davidson. The service is being conducted by Father Greg McIntyre and he preaches the Sermon about the story in the Gospel, Matthew 15, 21-28.
A Canaanite woman comes running after Jesus, shouting and begging him to cure her daughter who is “tormented by a demon.” (I have been so tormented many times in my life and it is hell.)
Jesus ignores the woman and the disciples beg him to send her away because she keeps shouting. Jesus says to them, presumably in her hearing, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.” The Canaanite woman is a gentile.
But she is not deterred. She stops shouting, kneels before him and says simply, “Lord help me.”
And then Jesus says this, “It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.” So, in Father Greg’s words, Jesus, our beloved Jesus, whom we know as all loving and all forgiving, hardens his heart against a gentile woman and calls her a dog. He is grumpy, tired and insulting. Jesus is human!
But the gentile woman does not give up. She says, “Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.” Then, as Father Greg says, Jesus’ heart is opened and he replies to the woman, “Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.” Her daughter is instantly healed.
As I listen to Greg’s words “Jesus’ heart is opened,” my heart opens too and I feel the true presence and love of God deep in my soul as I have never felt before. It is as if a brilliant light is shining inside me. God is together with me never to be put asunder.
Imagine that my soul is living in a box with a sliding door. On one side my soul lives and I can see it and feel it. The other side of the box is hidden. But then Father Greg slides the door open and I can see God inside the box completely entwined with my soul and both are now shining with a clear unwavering light.
I cry a bit from the overwhelming feeling, but not much because it is joy and love I feel, no sadness at all.  I suddenly feel as free as the proverbial bird. I am happy in myself. I desire nothing more than to love God, feel God’s great love for me and be grateful. Grace has come to me at last.
For Jesus, this story is a turning point. He now reaches out to gentiles as well as Jews. But it is the Canaanite woman who has precipitated the change in Jesus by her faith in him and her political skill. When he calls her a dog she acknowledges what he is saying to her about her being a dog by replying to him “Yes, Lord.” But then she says “Yet even the dogs….” This “yet” allows her to show him that he has not in fact ruled her out. The dogs can eat the crumbs from the Master’s table. And Jesus cannot gainsay her any longer. He acknowledges her faith and heals her daughter. Then everything changes.
The idea that Jesus could have a hard heart- such a human weakness- which then opens is what gives me the courage to allow my heart to open to God.
My gratitude knows no bounds. But now I ask WHY did it take so long for me to know God? I am now 73 and I was looking for God already as a small child. Professor Kuehne’s remark, when I told him this story was simply “It’s about time!”
I know there is no answer. Instead I think will simply recognize the nature of the journey and all the people before Greg who have loved me and helped me to find myself. Carl worked hardest on my behalf when I was in the dark for so long, and now Kathleen has led me to the holy spring. Joe and Matthew have loved me through thick and thin.
I have finally found true love and want to live in and share that love for as long as I can.