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 spring 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!

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!

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