Sunday, 3 February 2013

Call to / Prayer

on the tip of my tongue
waits the gift that
prises opens the deadwood door,
loses religion and saves faith;
invites SPIRIT loose to
burst out, break through, baptise,
submerge,
immerse,
saturate,
flood
and re-emerge

Ruach Olam:
light the blue touch paper,
and
spark a forest fire inside;
though You may burn my lips,
I fear no coals
that set the world
ablaze
with astonishing acts.


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20 comments:

  1. anthonynorth3 February 2013 at 11:51

    Excellent, powerful words.

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  2. Anonymous3 February 2013 at 12:40

    This really has the cadence of a prayer/psalm, and that kind of fearlessness. And so interesting to have the flooding and then the fire - there's something kind of scary here but I think that intense faith has that quality, in the loss of self. Well-crafted. k.

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  3. Chantel3 February 2013 at 12:49

    Simply beautiful...

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  4. Jennifer Wagner3 February 2013 at 14:53

    Your opening is fantastic. 'loses religion and saves faith'...ha, love that. And your ending is superb. I agree with manicddaily, it really has the cadence of a call to/prayer I love the title as well.

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  5. Mary3 February 2013 at 15:46

    Prayerfully profound. Enjoyed the way you used color and italicized words to enhance your message!

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky3 February 2013 at 16:44

    Wowzers! This poem is alive with energy! Wonderful write!

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    1. ND Mitchell4 February 2013 at 08:53

      Thanks Sherry. Inspired by a visit to church believe it or not!

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  7. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger3 February 2013 at 16:56

    I too love your opening stanza--just beautiful!

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  8. Brian Miller3 February 2013 at 17:25

    wow...def a powerful poem...and just builds as it goes as well...that last stanza...whew...really nice....

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    1. ND Mitchell4 February 2013 at 08:55

      Thanks Brian, for all your encouraging comments-they are appreciated :)

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  9. The Unknowngnome3 February 2013 at 20:43

    Well written. Well prayed. You are gifted.

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    1. ND Mitchell4 February 2013 at 08:56

      Thanks sir. Writing it is one thing. Having the courage to pray it is another :)

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  10. Unknown4 February 2013 at 01:32

    so much emerges, gains momentum, from the tip of the tongue. you speak to so much that is good; and you do so with acumen and reverence.

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  11. Brother Ollie4 February 2013 at 08:57

    without ceasing!

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