Monday, June 24, 2013

Wrestling Rusted Doubt {A Poem}

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I recently completed Elora Nicole's online writing course, Story 101 (if you sign up, tell her I sent you!).  It has been an amazing experience, and I have not come away unchanged.  This is a pantoum that I wrote during our last video chat, and I wanted to share it with you because it is a picture of my tender + fluttering soul feels now, at this very moment.  It has been far too long since my heart spilled poetry.


wrestling rusted doubt
knowing is my idol
speak, your servant aches to listen
reach down your holy calloused palm

knowing is my idol
keep this body red and breathing
reach down your holy calloused palm
can we weep together?

keep this body red and breathing
speak, your servant aches to listen
can we weep together?
wrestling rusted doubt


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10 comments:

  1. WOW. This poem is amazing, and speaks into my rusted heart, too. Thank you.

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  2. I like ... really like ... Can I share a poem in response?

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  3. Joy, a fierce light that burns brightly
    showing the way for other passions to flow,
    catches itself in a storm of confusion and begins to flicker violently, first one way, then the next.

    In the strength of the storm, joy bows
    under the weight and appears almost to die,
    but ... it has laid the path for other passions to flow
    and love comes in gentleness, in kindness,
    to sap the strength of the storm.

    Soon the rages of doubt and fear vanish,
    as if but a single thought, and liberty
    dances in the mind where confusion once reigned.

    Joy, a fierce light that burns brightly,
    showing the way for other passions to flow,
    remembers it's source, a brighter, lasting light.
    It remembers and it grows.


    (c) Copyright Michael Montgomery 2002

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  4. Beth, this brought a lump to my throat... your poem profoundly plays the melody of my own soul... I can't wait for the creative spirit that burns like a fire in you to fully burst into contagious flames, igniting hearts all around the Missoula area!

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