Journal of Sacred Work

Polyprint watercolor by ~Liz

“Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket, never let it fall away!” (Words and music by Lee Pockriss and Paul Vance)

 Keeping company with this Journal for the past five years has blessed me (and so may others) abundantly.  One significant way, is how Erie has opened up the world of poetry for me by sharing many of his own extraordinary poems as well as works of other inspiring artists.

 Poems reach beyond the superficial to the heart of our being.  Once you fall in love with a poem, they become a dear friend. Perhaps you carry one  around in the wallet that you carry in your back pocket. Most endearing is how their edges become frayed with time.

 The following excerpts are from a few of my favorite poems that I like to take out from time to time and wish to share with you …

 Love Slow-Written

Did love take a different shape when handwritten onto handmade paper two centuries ago, the writer’s eyes flecked candle-gold, his quill tip dipping deep for words that curve desire?

When the writer’s writing stopped, (tops of his final L turning & swirling) did the lover’s heart rise as he overlapped the ends of the paper upon each other the way his beloved crosses her hands in her lap?

                                                                                                                                                By Dane Dakota

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somewhere i have never traveled

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

                                                                                                                    By e. e. cummings

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i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                 
                                                                                                                         By e.e. cummings

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Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

                                                                                                                                                 By Derek Walcott

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The following video is on inspiration by poet Naomi Shahab Nye

What are the falling stars that leave stardust in your pocket?

~liz Sorensen Wessel

Polyprint watercolor by ~Liz