Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Terce


Dazzling cool light
of the new sun, morning
star rising, radiance
shining, darkness overcome,
forgotten.

The moment of the irresistible
force meeting the moveable,
malleable object (the feast
is always moveable,
if not malleable).
The potter’s wheel spins
and shapes the wet clay as
the potter’s voice sings
the song of the rising sun as
the spirit moves, touches,
fingers and palms the clay;
promise fulfilled.

The poem is submitted to Open Mike Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time.

Photograph: Daylight by Vinicius de Carvalho Venancio via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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22 comments:

  1. MaureenAugust 2, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    I like your connection of the irresistible force with the potter's wheel: a visual laying on of hands through which "the spirit moves" and the promise is fulfilled.
    Lovely.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 2, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    man, talk about getting centered!

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  3. Pat HattAugust 2, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    Great twist on irresistible force and moveable object. Fit perfectly into the potter's creation. Leading to a wonderful creation of your own.

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  4. TashtooAugust 2, 2011 at 2:26 PM

    a wonderful and uplifting combination of words and image. The potter's wheel, the spirit moves...and sways to the music that is your words. Beautiful.

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  5. UnknownAugust 2, 2011 at 2:31 PM

    Beautifully composed, the imagery brought in with the potter is wonderful here. Great write ~ Rose

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  6. Brian MillerAugust 2, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    lovely glynn...the potter is always at work leaving fingerprints on each of us...

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  7. S. EtoleAugust 2, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    What an appropriate title for the Spirit's activity at that time of day.

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  8. ClaudiaAugust 2, 2011 at 3:19 PM

    ..The moment of the irresistible
    force meeting the moveable,
    malleable object...this gave me shivers glynn and i agree with brian on the potter leaving his fingerprints..

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  9. hedgewitchAugust 2, 2011 at 3:58 PM

    The world and the wheel turn, always to purpose. I greatly enjoy the serenity I always find in your words, Glynn.

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  10. ScarletAugust 2, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    like these lines:

    the potter’s voice sings
    the song of the rising sun as
    the spirit moves, touches,
    fingers and palms the clay;
    promise fulfilled.

    very soothing and a pleasure to read~

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  11. PatriciaAugust 2, 2011 at 4:41 PM

    I liked what Maureen said about the laying on of hands. I've never seen it that way before. I'll bet you're glad to know I also learned a new word today when I had to look up the meaning of "terce." =)
    But my take away phrase is "the potter's voice sings." His singing while molding me... reminding me of Zeph 3:17 (which I also had to look up). I love knowing that God and I sing to each other. Beautiful poem.

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  12. AnonymousAugust 2, 2011 at 5:59 PM

    The Potter would be proud...

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  13. AnonymousAugust 2, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    vivid, hopeful poem!

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  14. UnknownAugust 2, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    This is brilliantly put together Glynn I like it a lot. I love the analysis of the potters wheel and the clay and His hands shaping, ever shaping us anew The syncopation of the wording holds a great deal.

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  15. Joseph HeschAugust 2, 2011 at 8:40 PM

    I think it is through grace, being "malleable," that we are able to thrive when placed in front of the irresistible force. We are able to move with it work with it and still maintain the essence of who or what we are. The immoveable is eventually broken or eroded, no longer being "self" in the face of the force.

    A beautiful and thoughtful piece of work, Glynn.

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  16. kelvin s.m.August 2, 2011 at 8:44 PM

    ..i like the notion addressed in the first verse.. it volumes a plea in the finale note of a promise fulfilled... ineffable bliss was the initial thought i've processed in here.. adorable!

    ~Kelvin

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  17. JofIndiaAugust 2, 2011 at 9:51 PM

    The final prayer for Tuesday's Terce liturgy was:

    Almighty, ever-living God,
    who at this third hour sent down your Holy Spirit on the apostles,
    send forth that same Spirit of love into our hearts
    so that we may bear faithful witness to you before all mankind.
    Through Christ our Lord,

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  18. Poetic SoulAugust 3, 2011 at 2:36 AM

    I'm smiling because I just found a blog worth bookmarking

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  19. AnonymousAugust 3, 2011 at 4:57 AM

    Love the potter's voice singing with the sun rising. An appropriate image for me as I watch the sun rise this morning, anticipating the move of the Spirit!

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  20. ayalaAugust 3, 2011 at 6:21 AM

    Great imagery with the potter, I love it .

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  21. signed...bkmAugust 3, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    very nice..love now inthe verses...moveable and malleable roll off the tongue ..bkm

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  22. Jannie FunsterAugust 4, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    Another kudo for your potter's wheel imagery. Lovely!

    And such a pretty photo.

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