Just wanted to give a quick update on my lectionary project. I’ve completed four poems and am working on number five. I am up to Matthew chapter 3.
I decided that I’d reuse a poem as the first poem in the collection. This poem was written last year for advent and I read it for a worship service. I also took it to the writer’s workshop this last summer. After the workshop, I decided to change nothing and am now trying to make sure all the other poems in my lectionary project meet this standard.
Since we are approaching Christmas, I thought I’d share it again with you.
Thundering Darkness
In the darkness of the soul,
the beating of angel’s wings.
Thundering silence waking hope.
The house speaks as
two sleepers breath for three,
in life giving rest.
Waking he hears the whispers of those who have gone before.
Grandfathers, Grandmothers, Aunts and Uncles,
all speaking future joys.
A stirring hand finds his,
in comfort and concern,
reminding him to paint baby’s room.
I am not a fast poet and I don’t write masses of poems each day. Each poem dances around the edges of my brain before suddenly exploding on the page. It’s a slow process and at the rate I am going, it’s going to take a couple of years to complete this collection.
Peace to you and yours,
Andrew
I do understand the painstaking process, I’ve been working hard on writing for four years. It’s interesting to watch bios of writers (I watched an old clip of Pearl S. Buck today), and musicians such as Les Paul. Wow, just listening to their words puts new energy into my creative endeavors. Good luck and I look forward to reading more.
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It is a process that needs to be done intentionally.
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What a wonderful poem. Family is forever.
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It’s one of my favorite poems.
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With lovely words like that, you can take as much time as you need… ❤
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Thanks for your kind words.
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This really spoke to me, Andrew. thank you for sharing it! Merry Christmas.
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Glad you found some meaning in it. Peace.
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Beautiful, Andrew.
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Thank you.
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Slow and steady wins the race — not that this is a race. It’s just that I trust in slow and steady, and it clearly works for you.
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I am a slow and steady kind of guy.
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Lovely poem Andrew. Yes, I often think of poems as words simmering on a slow cooker.
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Slowly roasted poems are always the best.
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I love the description of how your poetry comes to life, Andrew. And this poem–it is powerful. The thought of loved ones past floating around my house for Christmas is comforting.
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Thanks for your kinds words. It’s strange, but even though I wrote this poem, I find myself drawn to it.
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What talent: poet and wood-working miracle maker!
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I think there are more woodworking poets out there, if we could just get them out of the shop long enough to write a few poems down.
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“Each poem dances around the edges of my brain before suddenly exploding on the page” This is a lovely poetic phrase,
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There might be a poem on that theme someday.
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Intriguing levels here, Andrew. Smile.
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I like layers in my poems, and cakes. Peace.
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