These poems were originally published in my book Hearts on Pilgrimage Poems & Prayers in 2021, listed in the Spring and Summer sections of the book. It wasn’t until I re-read them recently that I also saw the Garden of Gethsemane, Golgotha and the glorious Sunday of Easter.
I pray you sense the same as you read this Easter trio of poems and see Christ’s life and love as it “plays in ten thousand places” (G.M. Hopkins) in the days ahead.
Christ be with you.
~Jody
p.s. Be sure to read the Note at the end about holding a miracle in my hand.
Pressed Into Joy
Hebrews 12:2
Golden oil in rounded vessel,
liquid light refracting sun
in shimmers. Mirrored shape
reflects on glassy surface
and I wonder at the drop, drop, drops
of light as they drip, drip, drip down.
All this tasting joyfulness because
something was crushed and pressed,
leaving light.
True Wood
Pears thunk and plop on
barren, yellow grass alone,
not-gathered. The tree
bore fruit but there is no
one to eat of it.
is it still a tree?
Upraised branches,
so much verdant waterspray
towards the sky,
still and soft against blue—
but no one to see.
is it still a tree?
Oaken limbs, worn with carrying
children to and fro, pumping, playing,
jumping, but no one to hear the joy
in the swing.
is it still a tree?
Carpenter fashions these
woodly beams, rough-hewn,
splinter-worthy, dangerous
to flesh. Carried as He trudges
to the top of a hill—everyone sees—
It was a tree.
Recipe for Awakening
Stir together singular, disparate syllables.
Salt tears. Dry yeast.
Mix with water (no blood yet)
but sweat.
And all those tears.
Beat, not with a spoon—
convex form no match for the fear held in its hand—
but carefully stir the sifted self, Savior, kneaded
on a board until the dough pulls away.
Cover loosely with cloth,
place in a battered space
until deliverance is complete.
Let rise.
Form into one life, resurrected.
That third one is word alchemy.✨👌🏾
Oh my good Jody all these poems are so beautifully especially during this Holy Week. Thank you.