"After dark, the stars crowded the sky."
“Begging for answers that would have ruined her” Thank you Andy.
That line stood out to me, also!
Well 1) that's a heartwarming turn of events and
2) Matt's own poem slowed me waaayyyy down, especially these lines:
"To go by singing, to go by laughing,
To go by light, lighting on me"
3) I wrote my own poem in response to Berry's when I first read it, if I may share:
How to Be a Poem
God with us in the broken
place. E manu el, Yahweh
whose hand steadies and
steers us while we lift our face.
Prayers rise.
We cannot transform a heart
but we can tend and feed
the bodies housing hope,
care for roses, prune and
weed, wash and fold, clothe
the people who inhabit our
petitions.
Wholly Spirit, He is wholly
with us within, animates
our limbs to write His work
in the world through bread
and clothes, flower and song.
Be a maker.
Be a prayer.
Be a poem.
I do have one question - this RR poetry Substack is the only one I follow where I can't select some lines from the post and Restack it - is that intentional?
This is extraordinarily beautiful. "In the hallowed halls of the real world
Ready to be passed again from hand to hand"
So powerful. Thank you for your words
Sharply slicing into the heart of the matter
“Begging for answers that would have ruined her” Thank you Andy.
That line stood out to me, also!
Well 1) that's a heartwarming turn of events and
2) Matt's own poem slowed me waaayyyy down, especially these lines:
"To go by singing, to go by laughing,
To go by light, lighting on me"
3) I wrote my own poem in response to Berry's when I first read it, if I may share:
How to Be a Poem
God with us in the broken
place. E manu el, Yahweh
whose hand steadies and
steers us while we lift our face.
Prayers rise.
We cannot transform a heart
but we can tend and feed
the bodies housing hope,
care for roses, prune and
weed, wash and fold, clothe
the people who inhabit our
petitions.
Wholly Spirit, He is wholly
with us within, animates
our limbs to write His work
in the world through bread
and clothes, flower and song.
Be a maker.
Be a prayer.
Be a poem.
I do have one question - this RR poetry Substack is the only one I follow where I can't select some lines from the post and Restack it - is that intentional?
This is extraordinarily beautiful. "In the hallowed halls of the real world
Ready to be passed again from hand to hand"
So powerful. Thank you for your words
Sharply slicing into the heart of the matter