Way of the Monk, Path of the Artist on-line class continues to offer opportunities for reflection and writing. One of this week’s projects was creating a French Pantoum ~ the more of these I read, the more I am fascinated with them.
My daily walk on the beach is transforming as well. This view, a Cloister on the Water,
was a call to prayer for my monk which brought forth this French Pantoum:
At the water’s edge, as the waves lap at my toes
I try not to think; instead, I ponder this:
Might some of these molecules of water have come from Haiti,
Bringing the weight of despair and grief in their core?
I try not to think; instead, I ponder this:
Can we help hold this despair and grief, here on our shores
Bringing the weight of despair and grief in their core
Deep into our hearts, woven into our prayers, and sending back hope and love?
Can we help hold this despair and grief, here on our shores?
I try not to think; instead, I ponder this:
Deep into our hearts, woven into our prayers, and sending back hope and love
At the water’s edge, as the waves lap at my toes.
With continuing prayers and hope for Haiti
Thank you so much for sharing the ocean and beach and shells of your soul. Your poems and photos speak to me deeply, remind me of sacred times at St. George Island with all of my “family of origin.” I love what you are sharing about the varieties of cloisters, too. Your images have given greater depth to my own experiences at the beach… and the tension of living there, and then when knowing one has to return to Winter in Michigan!