Devotion

Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? ~ Rumi
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Growing has never been easy.
I stumble forward
in perpetual benediction.

I rise up through
the cracks / trembling in prayer,
weeds always reach up for blue sky.

If I’m ugly just wait till tomorrow –

That’s when I’ll roam and explore / in devotion / like rivers
sinking their teeth into land, devouring, forming
canyons, I cut deep. My instincts run wild

guided by silent laws.
I’m His poem, and His voice, and if you hold me up

to your ear, like a seashell, I’ll whisper His name.

Written for the dverse prompt, Laura is our host and she invites us to let our imagination be a springboard to the mystical. Come read more poems and join us!

Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

37 thoughts on “Devotion

  1. Like the momentum in this – struggling at the beginning – weeds thru cracks – and then gathering pace and courage (perhaps) – then right in the middle of all this wildness and rivers cutting canyons, there’s the tiny voice in the seashell – capturing perfectly Rumi’s aphorism – a stone or a world? Bravo.

  2. Beautiful progression in this poem, Tricia, from stumbling, to springing up through cracks and reaching for the sky, and finally roaming and exploring ‘like rivers / sinking their teeth into land, devouring, forming / canyons’!

  3. I really enjoyed this very prayerful poem – it wanders like the river and carves out a Magnificat ending,
    “I’m His poem, and His voice, and if you hold me up

    to your ear, like a seashell, I’ll whisper His name.”

  4. A beautiful use of the prompt – you chose the same as me! ‘My instincts run wild/guided by silent laws.’ I really feel this in your writing – you say much with few words.

  5. This is by far the most beautiful, beautiful poem I have ever read regarding Devotion, Tricia! 😀 Especially love; “I’m His poem, and His voice, and if you hold me up to your ear, like a seashell, I’ll whisper His name.”💝💝

  6. This is very moving and ending lines are just so uplifting:

    I’m His poem, and His voice, and if you hold me up
    to your ear, like a seashell, I’ll whisper His name.

    A gem to read this morning!

  7. Don’t know how I missed this last time around. Your opening line, and that :If I’m ugly…” line just totally blew me away. Thanks.

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