I start near dusk with my simple chore,
with this mundane pull of oars
across early moon-spill.
My oars barely disturb the shallow water,
less than a splash-swish among creek-groan
from the oarlocks.
My oars find the music of rowing.
The wooden oar handles are smooth and cool,
dipping oars
lightly, quietly,
into the calm water.
The push-thrust of oars
is steady breath.
Soon, I won’t even make that.
Soon,
less than even that.
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.
Wow, “the creek-groan from the oarlocks….” Another gorgeous work a poet who paints landscapes with prayer. I love, love, love this poem.
From your avid reader, Mary Alice Dixon