The Poetry Party has returned ~ come join in!
They gather behind closed doors,
leaving behind, at least for a short while,
those who too easily hurl insults and objects and disrespect.
They speak with honesty of life’s hard blows,
mincing no words,
sharing Good Friday stories,
telling of scenes no human eye or soul ought ever to witness.
Yet under this pain,
lingering at the edges,
seeping up from within
is hope:
hope that wears a tough facade,
hope that understands the importance of boundaries,
hope that believes violence doesn’t have the last word,
hope that finds strength in sharing one’s story in a safe community,
hope that hopes within there is still a young girl free to run on the beach,
hope that offers resurrection in the hard places of life.
Who are these women?
the first apostles?
our neighbors?
our friends?
our selves?
wonderful poem thymekeeper, I am there gathered with these women here, journeying with them, hoping with them.
Thank you for gathering with these women Abbey of the Arts.
Us!
Thank you for this beautiful call to re-membering!
And thank you Beth ~ I appreciate your words “call to re-membering.”