A Holy Awakening
I’m sitting in the shade of the crabapple tree.
The surface of the redwood picnic table is
rough and weathered–like the dock. The dock that
once gave me a sliver in the arch of my bare foot.
The dock with benches for lakeside contemplation.
Wild cranberries grew on the right, and the boat
(I think it was wooden) nested in the grass to the left.
While my parents slept one still gray, misty morning,
I rowed out alone, the oars creating little liquid tornadoes.
I’d heard my father, the carpenter, say he’d like fish for breakfast.
I’m overwhelmed to the tipping point of tears because
I smell my childhood and the fragrance of simplicity
served not in slivers but in thick slabs.
I remember the embrace of stillness rippled only when a fish
broke the surface for a skimmer, AKA a Jesus bug.
The aroma of the boomerang lilac hangs heavy in the breeze
while my memories boomerang. Yellow umbrellas dance
with soft, transparent urchins. A murder of crows holds court
in the distance. A circle of light spills through an opening
in the table, grace puddling at my feet, a holy awakening.
“Images emerge from the ether in us,” writes Harrity in Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity, and the Kingdom at Hand. “These are deeply symbolic, and have profound implications in our personal identities. Close your eyes and focus. What appears in your mind?”
It was the dock that manifested itself. A platform of my past, still implicated in my present.
We’ve been walking together through this month, stilling ourselves so God can make Himself manifest, so we can make Him manifest in the words that have tumbled from our fingertips.
We’ve learned to see a little more clearly, to listen a little more deeply. We’ve left snippets of proof that we’ve been present in the moment.
We’ve begun to see the poetry that surrounds us. We’ve claimed the poetry God has created us to be.
It’s been a holy awakening.
“So go today, walk out, and live the words of peace that you’re becoming,” writes Harrity. “Remember that, like you, your offerings are fearfully and wonderfully made.”
This is not the end of the journey. It’s just the beginning.
In the stillness,
Question: What image appears in your mind when you close your eyes and focus?
Link up: If you’re journeying through Making Manifest this month, feel free to link up a post below. If not, maybe you’d like to share your day-21 poem in the comments. Or both.
Linking with Holley and Bonnie