Scattered across lonely seas
dwell the lilies of desire.
Dotted between the balancing
green are other frondish delights
with fingers extended on palms
upraised, deterred by nothing
but the gentle floating away of
newly made ripples, starting
from a center and pushing out
to the edges where the shoreline
awaits to receive what waves may come.
They have made big what once
was small, white-capped wonder
from still and never-sunken petals.
The end exhumes the beginning
but little beginnings brought
such proud endings, humbled
by endless sandy sleep. Here
God is waiting.
God is watching.
God is cooking fish.
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3 thoughts on “A Tuesday Examen”
LOVE the final line. And the balance and weight of the triple lines.
Thanks, Melody. I’ve never been much of an evening prayer guy. As such, the Ignatian Prayer of Examen is elusive. Poetry works better for me, however.
Reblogged this on innerwoven and commented:
There, now I have a week of evening Examens on this blog. Now, to continue the discipline!