DISQUS

Isn't good poetry the kind that lingers, calls you back again, and slowly lets you find words of your own?

Yours here did that. Hooked me. Brought me back. And now, finally, I have words to leave, an offering here.

What rang me?
It's different for each of us. Where we live, where we've come from, it shapes us in ways that makes it hard to hear each other. Too often I forget how it can be so very different for someone else from somewhere else --- geographically, spiritually, personally.

Your poem grabbed me by the jugular and shook me a bit. And that last line? Brilliant. Is that how we deal with lament? Shut the door, turn up something to self-medicating, soothe?

Yes, your words keep lingering, Marcus....
Thank you....

fascinating, Marcus.....

"We blog to give ourselves away."

Doesn't that echo Someone Else who calls us to lose our life, take up our Cross, become a living sacrifice?

This deeply resonates for me...

Thank you, Marcus... Keep picking up your poems and sharing your finds with the world. God uses them for eternal purposes.

And I mean that.

Looks like we are on the same page again, Marcus... I posted this Beuchner quote today:

"Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I, of these stories of who we are and where we have come from and the people we have met along the way because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity... that God makes himself known to each of us most powerfully and personally.

If this is true, it means that to lose track of our stories is to be profoundly impoverished not only humanly but spiritually..."

Keep writing... traces of His graces... your soul needs it.

Every blessing, brother...
All's grace,
Ann

This poem of yours keeps rolling around in me, Marcus, for days now, a stone polishing something inside.

It's play had great use.

Just thought I'd come back and tell you.

May I add but one word to Amy's pronouncement?
It's done... *well.*

Glad you made it home...

That is the crux --and the joy-- of eucharistic living.
Not my will, but His... bending the knee... if it pleases Him, it pleases me.

Yeah, hard stuff... I hear you.

Ah, you were there with good thoughts.
Thank you for the voice and perspective you bring to the blogging community.

Marcus, thought you might be interested in this current conversation regarding Language of God (perhaps you've already dropped in there?) As I was reading, your thought-provoking interview came to mind...

http://www.jesuscreed.org/?p=3533

Reading these articles and L.L.'s related posts is almost, but obviously not at all, as good as attending Mount Hermon. Thank you for the cyber-opportunity of attending...and learning.

These are things I wonder about. Much, lately.
Which makes me think of Jesus who served in out of the way places, like Nazareth.
I wonder: Doesn't God give platforms to the humble?
Prompting other lips to praise?
If He gives the words to write, oh, to be faithful to that.
I wonder what it would look like if we took up the Jesus brand: Authentic Love. Relationship. Humility.

Thank you, Marcus, for a place to think on these things.