L.L. Barkat, a writer (read that book!) and blogger has been encouraging other bloggers to try their hand at poetry. I finally did, after months of putting it off in something like, "That's not something I do, a completely new venture for me."
This simple poem I typed out on this post in the comments. Notice L.L.'s comments in relation to this in our exchange, as well. And actually this post on her blog probably pushed me over the edge, to finally try it. The poem reflects on my experience of the silent retreat Deb and I were part of last Saturday.
Silence.
Stark.
Naked before God.
Hidden before man.
Mute and blind.
Trying to hear.
"Accept My love."
But why this?
Trust Me.
Yes, I know I must trust you, God.
Weeping over hymns.
Praying.
Trudging along.
Reading some Merton.
The end of silence.
Anointing with oil and prayer.
Holy communion.
Silence ended.
Bursting forth,
I overflow with words.
But I'm not the same.
