Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Wood Is Slow (a poem)


The wood is slow
to burn this morning,
reluctant and stubborn.
Leaning into the stove’s
metal mouth, I draw
deep breaths and
exhale with force
in a steady rhythm.

This must be
how God hovered
over the still body
formed from the earth,
the slow, stubborn
dust pressed together.

God leaning,
breathing,
and the human
bursting into life,
like a flame. 
God coaxing
the fire
of humanity.

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8 comments:

  1. This is beautiful. What a thought...God hovering over the waters...

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  2. This is so fine. I have always loved the picture of "hovering" in God's Word. I sense it through your poem.
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda

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    1. There so much intentionality in hovering, so much simultaneous restraint and devotion.

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  3. Lovely poem, Kelly. I can picture the wood stove fire having started so many when we heated with wood. I love this phrase:
    bursting into life, like a flame
    I look forward to your posts--beautiful writing combined with sound theology.

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    1. Thanks so much, Constance. Your words encourage me.

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  4. Kelly, you paint a powerful word picture. I like it a lot.

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    1. Thanks Jody. I love when experience opens a deeper understanding of language.

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