Though each day may be dull or stormy, works of art are islands of joy. Nature and poetry evoke "Sehnsucht," that longing for Heaven C.S. Lewis described. Here we spend a few minutes enjoying those islands, those moments in the sun.
Very Nice Poem Sorina - can't wait to see with what kind of body I shall have raised once this one is sown!
Thanks for sharing this piece with the BioLogos community, Sorina. Surely poems are like seeds, too, though sown into our hearts and minds rather than into the soil. I wait expectantly to see what fruit such meditations bear in a culture that struggles so hard to slow down and appreciate the mysteries of both faith and science, rather than treat both as instruments of control. In the meantime, your words and images have a music that helps us appreciate what's already before our eyes. (And isn't that the magic of poetry--that in hearing, we see.) --Mark
PS: I forgot to suggest that readers make sure they read the poem out loud to appreciate the way you use alliteration, internal rhyme, and all those beautiful tools of the trade, especially in the first stanza.
Steve: Thanks for your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Just think how much hiking and outdoor work you'll be able to do with your heavenly body. And I don't suppose you'll get in trouble for skinny-dipping in heaven. ;)
Mark: Thank YOU for publishing this poem on BioLogos, and for the lovely piece you wrote to surround it. I appreciate your insight into the uses of poetry. And you're absolutely right that it's designed to be read out loud; poetry is a bodily, performative, physical, public art (or should be).
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