Carpet Resurrection
spine meets fiber as I dip
under the noise
let the chaos
float, hot and light
up
away
I am buried in stolen
silence
my own pulse in my ears
slowing
softening
soothing
a micro hibernation
brief incubation
in mercy
and again, into the day
I rise
This is a poem I wrote specifically for a submission call, when I do that and the poem gets rejected then I don’t really know what to do with it. So I will share it with you. The theme was Silence. This was also written in the beginning of Spring so it pulls on winter ending, bulbs in the soil waiting, and the resurrection of Christ. How, because of God’s mercy, because of the cross I can meet the presence of God in my everyday life. I can go through Winter into Spring on a random afternoon. I can have moments of peace with God in the middle of a crazy day with loud children and a long to-do list. Silence is a gift, meeting God in the silence is even more beautiful. I don’t often get silence, but sometimes I simply dip under the noise and return to my day a lot more present and full.
May this encourage you to steal some moments of silence too!
I, too, have noticed if I sit outside in the silence and seek God, he can fill me up in a way that defies logic. I live off those minutes for hours. I also love the idea of posting our material whether or not it was chosen for a submission. I was just revisiting my Silence poems last night too.
Incredibly beautiful Hannah!