Meditating with Poetry
Poetry is often the bearer of spiritual truth, as witnessed to by the Psalms. That truth is rarely expressed directly, but rather through the use of images, metaphors, and allusions. In this way poetry honors the mystery of spiritual truth which finally eludes our logical reasoning.
Praying with poetry is similar to praying with Scripture, or lectio divina. Its purpose is simply to assist us to attend to God's presence. A background in poetic literature is unnecessary, as is knowledge of the poet's life and writings, though that knowledge has its own value. By grace, as we meditate with poetry, we may also hear the voice of truth and wisdom, challenge and call.
One Way of Doing It
1. After selecting a poem, center yourself in the quiet of your inner self. Notice the breath of life moving in and out of your body. Let yourself become open to and aware of God's presence.
2. Silently read the poem.
3. After a few moments or minutes, read the poem aloud.
4.When you are ready, read the poem again silently, lingering over the words and phrases, the rhythms and movement, the tone and images.
5. In your journal or other paper, record - the images that drew your attention as you read the poem . . . your feelings after reading the poem . . . the reality or insight, "the wisdom of God," that has been unearthed for you by reading this poem.
6. Sit with the images, the feelings, the realities and insights. Meditate on them unhurriedly. Then record what God seems to be saying to you, as well as any other insights.
7. Read the poem aloud again - this time as a prayer to God.
(Additional suggestions and resources for Praying with Poetry will be posted on the companion website - Resources for Daily Prayer.)
Take time today to try this discipleship practice with Jane Kenyon's poem, "Otherwise."
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birchwood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
from Otherwise: New and Selected Poems, Graywolf Press, 1996
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