“And the dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with grave-clothes and his face muffled with a handkerchief. “Now unbind him,” Jesus told them, “and let him go home.” John 11:44
I sat in our humble, spirit-filled church yesterday, listening to our preacher proclaim the story of Lazarus’ return to life, all the while, the image of Antelope Canyon wafting in and out of my consciousness. This poem was born today. I hope it will be for you as it is for me: food for the journey before us.
Primal and pristine
plummets through the fissure
of my tomb,
Trumpeting untested life.
nudge an expectant spirit
through the stone canal
rubbed smooth by the struggle
I tumble out
© rita h kowats Lent 2014
Photo Credit: Antelope Canyon Page, AZ Joyce Roach, O.P. used with permission. If you would like to feast more on Joyce’s poignant images, you can reach her at 253-756-9435, 1111 Rose Lane, Tacome WA USA 98406.
7 thoughts on ““Come Forth! “”
A stunning poem! Thank you! Paula
Thank you Paula. It stumbled out of Joyce’s photo wrapped in grace.
It was like your words came right out of the images Joyce caught. It takes a lot of energy to bring forth the inner life to the surface, that have fallen
asleep. It is like the Spirit moves through us… freeing us from what has fallen asleep within us, when we take on the resurrected Christ body, we are free indeed. Thank you Rita for allowing the Creative Spirit to move in you. Diana Owens
It is my joy to allow it. I practice staying awake so I can catch it when it comes….a lot of practice!
Powerful poem, Rita. Just powerful!!! And how I did relate! Love, Amy
Thank you so much, Amy. It continues to amaze me, this dance the Spirit weaves with us. My on-line community is powerful. I am grateful to all of you.
There is power in “numbers”. Peace. xx Love, Amy