Monday, June 18, 2007

Monday Poetry Train #4




Becoming That (Most Hoped For) I
by Joy Renee




The most I can Hope for is
a beaching on Wisdom’s coast,
to breach-birth this folded foal
on the shoals of shame and let
the surging surf scour it’s
bloody hide, lift it to the Light and
toss it as Peace Offering
on the shores of Life. Where wind-
slapped it will escape onto
the plains of Faith and flockless,
wander desolate fields,
conspiring with breezes to
name my pains and claim my blame,
and on the balance of Love’s
Justice weigh my Spirit’s fruits
to recompense unto me
the heart of my soul’s intent
Then I, now Accepted by
the Beloved One
into the blessed Ground of Being, am
freed to scale the pinnacles
of Becoming. There to sing
the Wonder and Glory and
Awesome Joy of I AM THAT.

(c) 2000 & 2007 by Joy Renee







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Poetry Train Passengers:

1. Rhian / Crowwoman 2. Robin L. Rotham 3. Susan Helene Gottfried 4. Sparky Duck 5. RED GARNIER 6. julia 7. MyUtopia

9 tell me a story:

Rhian / Crowwoman 6/18/2007 4:24 AM  

This is awesome Joy! The following made me drool in word envy:
"wander desolate fields,
conspiring with breezes to
name my pains and claim my blame,
and on the balance of Love’s
Justice weigh my Spirit’s fruits"

Robin L. Rotham 6/18/2007 9:40 AM  

Wow, Joy -- what an inspiring view of life! freed to scale the pinnacles of Becoming. That's perfect.

Susan Helene Gottfried 6/18/2007 9:57 AM  

I can't pick a favorite line or two. This is really strong, powerful, and it has a sense of freedom that is really speaking to me.

Awesome, Joy Renee!

Sparky Duck 6/18/2007 12:24 PM  

hamna hamna hamna. Im overwhelmed

RED GARNIER 6/18/2007 5:10 PM  

Wow. Amazingly powerful poem, Joy.

I love the way you close it also!!!

Then I, now Accepted by
the Beloved One
into the blessed Ground of Being, am
freed to scale the pinnacles
of Becoming. There to sing
the Wonder and Glory and
Awesome Joy of I AM THAT.


*SIGH*. I feel free, I feel powerful. I feel that I AM. Thank you!!!

julia 6/18/2007 8:03 PM  

I'm drawn most to these lines:

"conspiring with breezes to
name my pains and claim my blame"

Having breezes act as the discoverers of pain and blame gives a sense that these will ultimately be lightened, swept clear and made fresh. Loved the poem, Joy Renee!

MyUtopia 6/19/2007 7:43 AM  

Incredible, I love the pictures you put with it!

T.A.Chase 6/20/2007 7:48 AM  

Joy,

what a beautiful poem. So much emotion in the poem that I can't pick one particular sentence that I love the most.

Bonnie Jacobs 10/25/2007 7:46 PM  

I heard "Ground of Being" and thought of Paul Tillich. Only when we realize our need for the ground of our being are we able to grow and become.

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