#MicroPoetry|February ’17 Reflections

This recent #MicroPoetry #Verse was influenced by an experience in which someone with whom I have theological sympathies expressed a comfort with the use of force/power to respond to those with whom we may not agree. Though this discussion resonated for me, the use of force/violence did/does not. As such, this is my attempt to muse about that tension …

What is your faith’s relationship with the use of force?

This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry #Verse arises from a recent conversation in which someone said, “I hadn’t seen that until I actually listened …” There was a pause as the senses – sight and hearing –  seemed to be in tension and then, well it just made sense …

What do you think?

In this A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry, I was trying to shape the #Verse to recognise that in the reality of shadows – whether that is fear, anxiety, grief or illness as just a few thoughts I had – there is nonetheless joy present and/or possible. The images of the leaves and brook seemed to capture what that joy might look and sound like.

What occurs to you?

In this A Deacon’s Musing #Verse I was thinking about stories we are told, tell ourselves and how we internalise and reflect them back to ourselves and one another. As I was thinking about that, the idea of reflection and refraction got me to musing about how we do or do not challenge those self-narratives. This #MicroPoetry attempts to express that …

I admit that I was thinking about Valentines … not necessarily the commercialisation of the day, but the intention to celebrate ‘love.’ Often, we have a culturally romantic ideal of the emotion that seems – at times – saccharine? In this #Verse, therefore, I was hoping to connect love as more than an individual expression, but as a thing, an energy, an orientation that binds us all intimately together.

If you have ever seen glass blown, it is not only an art, but it is a dance with the material. In the imperfections of blown glass there is such unique beauty. In this A Deacon’s Musing #Verse, therefore, I am trying to use that metaphor to talk about each of us in a way that celebrates our part in the Infinite.

I was thinking about what strength is. I had some of the traditional images, many of them stereotypical and gender specific. As I was playing with that, I found myself exploring strength as it relates to change and times that are chaotic, in which both potential and fear emerge. This A Deacon’s Musing #Verse, therefore, tries play with strength not as brute force, but as flexible and nimble.

What are examples of strength that connect with this musing?

Sometimes we yell: politicians, parents, & partners.
Sometimes the timbre and volume of what we speak does not actually say what we want to share.
In this A Deacon’s Musing #Verse, I am trying to explore where patience might offer an alternative in those moments when the blood drains from our brains and too often readies our fists when words fail …

What do you think?