We like to keep the Sunday mornings extra still, a bit sleepy. Non-doing means more being. There has been plenty happening in the house over the past week or so. It’s great to have a quiet day before a week ahead that has several daytime appointments. To have the slow start in the gloomy half-light as the day begins feels extra special as I begin the last lap on the 365 poem a day Poetry Daily marathon begins. This is Day 358 of writing a poem a day. Seven more to go.
But first I did a little reading and I came across a post that is really appropriate for some Soulful Sunday reading. Over the past year I have considered lost souls, or those who give theirs away piece by piece. I commend to you this poem by US poet laureate Jo Harjo for some Sabbath succour. https://poets.org/poem/calling-spirit-back-wandering-earth-its-human-feet.
So the poem turns out to be very short after I scribbled out the first doodles in the notebook.
Prodigal Soul
The one who wandered away
from their soul
who went chasing after
or got chased
came back
re-discovered its true keepers
beside a sanctuary lamp left lit
in perpetual vigil
Drink wine!
Break bread!
Celebrate!
See before your own eyes
how our guest
transubstantiates
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Have a day with more being than doing in ways that will replenish your soul. A lot is happening in the world.
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