Tag Archives: religion

Mahogany suede-scented candle

Mahogany suede-scented candle
lifts my prayers heavenward
petitions spit like sparks out
to the beyond where golden stars
balance on black silk with shiny
pearl strings of galaxies in a coil
teakwood, oil, flame, light
magic cradled in Japanese pottery
hands pressed clay together
in meditative knowing aligning
time, place, now, never
where all the answers sit
comfortably together unbothered
by the questions.


Tea Party

I went to a lovely tea party at the Christadelphian Hall.  My mother and granddaughter sat at the table with me and enjoyed a delicious spread, a variety of teas, and fun conversation.  A Bible class was led by Maritta Terrell pointing out metaphors for spiritual life in the form of tea.  Ideas like the following:

  1.  It is what’s inside that counts.  The tea bag itself is not significant.  It’s the tea leaves that create the flavor.
  2. Hot water is needed to steep the tea.  Just like we are tested at times to see what we’re made of.
  3. It takes time to steep tea.  We need to be patient with ourselves.
  4. Additives make it even better.  I prefer cream and sugar in mine.  Our connections with others add to our experience and make life better.

I am not a member of the Christadelphians anymore, but I am thankful for the foundation of discipline, critical thinking, ethical standards, and examples of faith that have helped to shape me.  I was asked when I would return as a member by a dear friend at the tea party.  I explained that my current status as a feminist makes such a likelihood improbable.

But these people are my family, my past, and hopefully part of my future.  If they will accept my presence without complete agreement with their views, I will continue to visit and connect.  I love tea parties!

Creative Project

My best friend convinced me to participate in a project combining my poems with her photographs.  I sent her this poem and she found the perfect photograph to go with it.

Lifted gently from my bed,

I dangle in your arms

safe and peaceful

riding dreams of breezy nonchalance

inside acorns of emotion.

Tiny kernels of light

speck frozen in vision’s grasp

just on the edge of horizon

the edge of reality

the edge of self.

A merging of wellness

and pain, fate and chance…

simplified seconds that

encapsulate infinity

between beats of my heart.

Each outward breath fills the universe

with life, spaces out the stars,

until the drawing in again

collapses solar systems,

visits death on the unsuspecting.

And as I lay me down you keep

my soul, my LORD,

my love in sleep.

-Rebekah J. Marshall

bitties

Photograph by Erica Smith. http://thebitties.squarespace.com/new-blog/