I love how Winter takes me
in its cool white arms, and
holds me in a seduction
of silence and elation;
full emptiness hangs in the air
after a night of heavy snow:
the breath of morning comes
a promise, or desire.
And I open as if haunted
for this deep and rich receiving,
inviting the seeds of darkness
to enter the mud of my womb
for a time of fertile waiting
I can not push or name, until
flows a spring of emergence,
celebration, birth, or fire.
Sometimes after months it flows.
Sometimes after one hot prayer.
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
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Ingrid, this poem is absolutely breathtaking. I am in awe of you, friend!!! Thank you for sharing this divine spark.
Ingrid, I wandered over here from Jan’s blog…She recently sent me a lovely note card I realize now, was handmade by you!…It says on it “New Day…one thousand reasons to rejoice! I feel that way nearly every morning when I wake up, so it was the perfect card to send me. Your poem above is just exquisite…the final line “sometimes after one hot prayer”…really got my attention…I don’t usually associate prayer with the word hot…but the more I contemplate this, the more I realize that prayer is hot and intensely fervent as often as it is peaceful, cool and relaxed for me. Thanks for opening that awareness for me.
gentle steps
This is so lovely, Ingrid.
I hope you are enjoying a warm and cozy Winter!
Ingrid,
I spent the morning wrapped in your postcard book and book of joy.
Thank you for sharing such abundant creativity with me!
Then for me to happen upon your new poem, here. Such a treat for
my soul!