If I look to be honest
with you and me, I will first look under the surface of the river, I will listen for the song waiting for me underwater. where the deeper heart of me dives into its secrets. I am sure a lonely song will rise out of the rivermouth, and meet with my heart, making watery distant music. I am sure the far-off voice of whales will reach us finally, and make sense out of the honesty and belonging we share. Jenneth Graser Artist - Isabel Emrich
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Wait upon
your womb of prayer, swollen as a wave. Wait upon your breath, regular as tides. Wait upon the ache until it aches no more. Wait upon the tears behind the ocean of your words. Wait upon the swell, until you birth your chosen word. Jenneth Graser Artist - Marc Chagall Breathe through
each word, so the poem can live in your body. Read every word aloud to your listening self. Repeat the words that arise, so the sacred of you can expand. Slow into Spirit... so the poem can have time to pray. Rest deeply in the temple of your body, so the poem can sing to you in the dark. Jenneth Graser Artist - Bettina Baldassari Return to the leaves
on the path and the crunch of pine mingled snow. Return to the sigh of the wind in the life of trees shushing, shushing. Return to the feel of the bark tremble with tree thoughts of a home-crackling fire. Return to the breath of the forest above your walking, your walking through. Jenneth Graser Artist - Jane Newland Sit at the feet
of the One who loves you and sees you. Sit at the feet of the One who sees you and loves. Sit with the One who is seated in kindness and honesty. Sit with the One who is seated with you in great love. Jenneth Graser Artist - Sir William Orpen I wake
to the white of wild ocean surging over rock and my feet. Wash me into the tides that I may realign with your rhythms. Caught up and generous, swooped over with praise. Jenneth Graser Artist - Roy Tabora Back into my body
I lean...until the heart of me waits for the listener. Only a listener can bend into the sound of a heart. beat. heart. beat. My blood plays its own drum through each ventricle. There is no room for fear in these veins. If you place your head against my chest, my Daughter, you will hear it. I am listening to you; listening to the trust in me. Jenneth Graser |
AuthorHi, I'm Jenneth Graser, author and devotional YouTuber. Welcome... to Slow. Poems. Breathing. where you will find poetry for prayer. Breathe through the poem, and repeat aloud what especially stands out to you, receive wisdom from your reading and rest in prayer as you come to a close. ArchivesCategories |