Vigil
in a vacant room
where I've come to wait
the One who liberates my solitude.
And caught in the blast of His white-hot presence,
scattering the ashes of my merely social self,
I catch a distant glimmer
from the ore of my becoming
and rest.
About Me
- Ruth Hull Chatlien
- I'm a flower-sketching, portrait-paintin, garden-growing, sweater-knitting freelance writer, who lives in northeastern Illinois with my husband and a eight-year-old black schnoodle. All writing, art, and photography—copyright Ruth Hull Chatlien, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013.
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Modern American Indian Leaders (Overcoming Adversity: Sharing the American Dream)
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8 comments:
We think alike.
Diane, isn't it remarkable to find a kindred spirit just by linking to someone's blog?
Wonderful...is it yours?
Yes, Gin. It's mine.
Hi Ruth,
Love your poem. It spoke to my heart, and thank you. Have missed you.
Love
Brenda
Ruth, I was inspired enough to get my Google/Blogger thingy to work.
You touch me, my dear friend.
Wow, Ruth....your words "the ashes of my merely social self" and "the ore of my becoming" shoots right to my heart and gives much to ponder. Very insightful....
That is wonderful. Very true of the Holy Spirit.... beautiful.
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