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!
Tricia Sankey 
Well written! Nice Tricia…
Thanks, Rob! A fun write! 🙂
This is incredibly beautiful …..
Thanks so much, Helen! ❤
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.
Thanks for your thoughtful comment, Peter! ❤
A very nice pome Tricia. I love your emotional images as you weave your way to become a listener to the voice of God in your life! Well done.
Thanks for the comment ❣️ Stopping to listen and pray is so important. 🙏 We are never alone 🌷
You are right about that!
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’!
Thanks, Kim! I appreciate your comments ♥️
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.”
Thanks, Laura 🌷 this prompt challenged me to dig deep, it was fun! ❣️
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.
I love that idea, that my writing is from instinct 💖 it always feels spontaneous, what flows out. I always appreciate your feedback 🙏
My best poems are spontaneous-if I have to work on them much, I start to have problems.
I get frustrated when editing longer works. That why my poems are short, lol!
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.”💝💝
🥰 thanks for the lovely comment, Sanaa! 🌷
Beautifully crafted – so much imagery.
Thanks for reading! 🌷
You’re very welcome!
I like the supplication and growth in this one, a mystical combination
I’m pleased you like it, Kate! 💕
well done Tricia!
This is exquisite! BRAVO!
Thanks so much, Beverly! 💖
I love the force of growing… a river carving canyons or the weeds breaking the pavement… the same strength and I feel we all have some of it in us.
It is a force to reckoned with! Thanks for the comment 💕
Beautiful poem and stunning ending
Thanks so much, Debi! 💕
This is quite thought provoking .. and beautiful.
Thanks for the comment, Helen! 💖
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!
Thanks for reading, Grace! I appreciate your comments ♥️
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.
Thanks, Ron! I had fun pretending I’m a mystic here, haha! Maybe deep inside…✨