An Australian Gracewriter, Eliza, has allowed us to reproduce her thoughtful and beautiful poem on the blog this week – her thoughts that have sprung from the coronavirus isolation. Thank you, Eliza!
The gullible gulls have ceased searching in vain
for tossed chips beside the Tweed River.
And resigned to flap squall to the sea’s edge to forage for fish.
The butcher birds are bold and sit in
low banksia branches on the foreshore,
sharp eyes observing all.
The butterflies have blue-hazed the undergrowth
and shimmer in the sunlight, sheer delight.
Across the land nature calmly seeks renewal,
returning to its rhythms, source and cycles,
While we spin
And ache for connection, desperate to leave behind
temporal scramblings for security.
We seek, in isolation, in the dark hours,
in the sleepy sands of time we write our soul’s cry ‘Save Me’
and wake to the living Light,
to the vision of all Visions
and see our glorious luminous Source,
© Eliza 2020, used by permission
I love this poem’s sense of nature continuing in its cycles and also adapting to less disruption from us… but also of human souls as part of the creation, continuing, adapting and returning to the One who made us.
I’ve found comfort during this time in watching seeds sprout in my veggie garden just as they always do, and native animals continuing with their life cycles. I’ve also observed a decrease in pollution where I live, and I’ve pondered that.
To me, this poem contains echoes of some of those thoughts I’ve been having. When I read it, I felt a sense of connection with another human being, and it turned my thoughts towards God.
Do you find writing nourishing?
Many of us have been moved to creative writing during this time. If you have any new pieces you’d like to share – especially if they are thoughtful or uplifting pieces – please comment with a link.
Do you find yourself turning to the arts sometimes lately for something more enriching than the news? Please comment about any particular writing from poets or authors that you’ve found nourishing lately.