Finger wrapped steam
curls toward wood
beams, this
holy morning fragrance
mingled with words and some tears
and
knit brows
and
shoulder shaking
gold
Lives, lots,
portions in earthen
containers and
hers
seems more like
folds of linen this morning and she asks where is Jesus in that moment and
how can I be right there and
love
We drink the brown drink and
share her cup and hers
her lonely,
her overwhelm, her edges and remember
she has come far
and so has
she
In late morning we drink from red thimble with
blessed others, creased foreheads pressed
in circle and whisper holy, holy, holy
and drink and
remember
the suffering and his cup when he cried
Lord, if possible, take this
from me
and we gulp his pain straight down, and it is
our glory and our release and our
hope and
mystery
We drink from cup and time curls like steam and we
belong to each one and we are
his
holy, holy, holy
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Joining with Nacole at Six in the Sticks for Concrete Words. Today began with the prompt The Cup.
Connecting through the power of stories written, spoken and lived
Oh Ashley, I’m so happy to see you writing poetry! And this poem is beauty, holy holy holy!
It seemed like an experience that could only be described in poem. I think I need to do this more often.
Ashley, chills running down my arms. Holy, holy, holy. What an inspired piece. Love you dear sister.
Love you too, dear Vickie. Thank you for your presence here, friend.
So much awe! Simply beautiful!
Awe is the perfect word for that otherworldly drawing close. I appreciate you being here, Karrilee.
Ash, this is beautiful. I’m tearing up…if I was not at work, I’d be weeping. I’m sure that is what I need.
Thank you for sharing this with me twice. I love you, friend.
You and poetry were simply meant to be. i want more. This is exquisite. I hope you found as much joy writing this as we found on this end reading it.
You inspire me with your poetry! Thanks for your encouragement…I do believe I need more of this in my life.
I am in awe of the holy in this piece… it curls around my spirit, friend. Sitting in love with a friend, gulping down Christ’s pain in communion and community, the beauty and messiness of belonging to each other. This takes my breath away.
How I wish I could sit face to face with you and share more messy beauty. An hour and a half over pho was a blessed gift, but just scratched the surface, friend. I am holding you close.
Dear Ashley
This is beautiful, my friend. I love the way you compare the morning cup to the afternoons! Yes, we are His.
Blessings to you
Mia
Bless you, Mia.
I like how you brought closure to this piece. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Grateful you came over to visit, Karin.
Oh poetry, Ashley! I read so precious little of it, and this is good. So good.
I so appreciate your words, Michelle. Thank you for coming over.
your entry and Ruth’s entry for #concretewords usually show up before mine (I mean you ladies are on top of it) and so i had to put off reading yours until I had mine written (which was hard, cause i ADORE your writing. and like usual…love it, loved what you took from it…
Thank you, Janel. :-) You know, I can’t ever read anyone else’s piece before I post my own. It gets in my head too much…know what I mean? Thank you for your presence here and your encouragement. Yes, such an encourager you are.
Ashley – such beautiful truth, you had me to the very end and humbled me to cry out, Yes, Holy as you are Holy! Tears and knitting brows here this morning as well…
Hugs,
Kelly
Holy indeed, Kelly!
Love LOVE this – so beautiful
Grateful to share in Concrete Words with you this week, Ruth.
Your words make me think of this:
8b “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty,
who was and is and is to come!”
9 And whenever the living creatures give glory and honor and thanks to him who is seated on the throne, who lives forever and ever, 10 the twenty-four elders fall down before him who is seated on the throne and worship him who lives forever and ever. They cast their crowns before the throne, saying,
11 “Worthy are you, our Lord and God,
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they existed and were created.” Rev 4:8b – 11
One day friend… this will be it, us, together.
Amen. I love that scripture, Eyvonne. Thank you.
beauty.
only one word will suffice as a description.
thank you.
Thank you, Kelli.
Wow, goodness Ashley, I love your poetry girl. I sure hope you plan to stay around a while with concrete words, because I love reading your stuff. Oh and friend, I’ll have this weeks post up tonight– I’m announcing you’re guest hosting on the 10th with the prompt, the Morning. (To compliment the one I just wrote– the afternoon). I’ll email ya soon!
Lovely post this week, Nacole. I’ll look forward to guest posting the 10th on The Morning. Thanks!