Summit Self: A Poem-Gift
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Today, I received a poem from one of my passionate, soul-searching, midlife-loving sisters: Sally.
As a writer. . .she often describes the condition of my soul in a way that surprises me.
As a friend. . .she carries me to the Throne of Grace with prayers I am too "blurred in blue" to say.
Because I have a friend that is a writer, and a writer that is a friend, I am doubly blessed.
Summit Self
a poem for Cheri winter ‘o9
She will climb a mountain
if you tell her which one
Or swim upstream
against tides of White Ruffians
if you take her to the River
She is transparent, bursting,
jammed with wisdom born from
years of surrender and wiping
Emergence is near
Like a mountaineer at the zenith
piercing flag into jagged peak
She’s ready to reclaim Herself
The stake: more about Call than Career
Moment than Momentum
For today, she seeks and asks and waits
You are silent.
Come on! Speak!
Aren’t you Word, anyway?!
She listens, blurring blue another day
Can’t you utter a solitary sound?
Or – at least – take her
Take her to the River
dunk her Summit Self down
deep and when she emerges
Smile a resonant Yes!
on her beauty and gifts and age
Wow! I read and re-read with a lump in my throat, because this is exactly how I feel!
Irreplaceable Friend, thank you for this timely poem. And for believing I can climb mountains and swim upstream. I needed a "knowing" prayer today.
As a writer. . .she often describes the condition of my soul in a way that surprises me.
As a friend. . .she carries me to the Throne of Grace with prayers I am too "blurred in blue" to say.
Because I have a friend that is a writer, and a writer that is a friend, I am doubly blessed.
Summit Self
a poem for Cheri winter ‘o9
She will climb a mountain
if you tell her which one
Or swim upstream
against tides of White Ruffians
if you take her to the River
She is transparent, bursting,
jammed with wisdom born from
years of surrender and wiping
Emergence is near
Like a mountaineer at the zenith
piercing flag into jagged peak
She’s ready to reclaim Herself
The stake: more about Call than Career
Moment than Momentum
For today, she seeks and asks and waits
You are silent.
Come on! Speak!
Aren’t you Word, anyway?!
She listens, blurring blue another day
Can’t you utter a solitary sound?
Or – at least – take her
Take her to the River
dunk her Summit Self down
deep and when she emerges
Smile a resonant Yes!
on her beauty and gifts and age
Wow! I read and re-read with a lump in my throat, because this is exactly how I feel!
Irreplaceable Friend, thank you for this timely poem. And for believing I can climb mountains and swim upstream. I needed a "knowing" prayer today.
