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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 June 2016

Photo by Kat Myrman

Happy Sunday! I certainly did not expect this week’s Shi Sai to make sense, the week was rather nonsensical, but in an odd turn of the pen it actually does. What a strange, unsettling time it has been for so many in our world.

In my corner of it there were incredible highs and inconsolable lows. And through it all, a stream of silver lining weaved its way to my heart giving me hope.

I have hope because I was able to witness a band of underdogs finally tasting victory! And it was just as sweet, I’m betting even sweeter than they imagined it would be.

I have hope because even in the face of frightening uncertainty I still had busy today’s demanding my attention…bright sunrises and a fat, full heart-shaped moon that kept me grounded in the present moment. There where fragrant blooms, tasty kitchen creations and victories to be savored.

I have hope because I am finding that even in the midst of calamity, often of our own doing, more and more people are coming to their senses, realizing how naked the emperors are. Yes, there is hope for us all yet!

So here then is a quick look back to revisit the words and lines that tumbled onto the page this past week. I won’t dwell on it for too long though, because today, with its fresh slate of possibilities awaits and I have a hankering for shortbread. 😊

Sweet daydreams to you as always and Happy Sunday!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 June 2016

take a walk on the wild side
there will most certainly be
casualties,
when ripe for pricking
thus doomed to repeat history
take heart, remembering that LOVE never fails…
lean toward the extreme
the crowd does not always know the way
’til dinner is served
Let me see your happy faces!

~kat

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

I must say I faced this morning’s assignment with a bit of trepidation. It was not a good week for many in the world. Or at least my corner of it. 

Reflecting on this, those last few words glared at me…”my corner of it,” gripping my heart, plunging me into an overwhelmingly painful “ah-ha” moment of truth. 

How self-centered I am! Seeking joy and pleasure, expecting it even, day after day only to grieve when calamity knocks on my own door! 

The truth is, horror and hardship happens every day to someone somewhere in this fragile broken world of ours. However do we go on under the weight of such adversity, when at any given moment one us is suffering? However indeed, because when one of us hurting, we all hurt. 

At this point, I am feeling even more out of sorts than when I began, more disappointed in myself, than anything. So reluctantly, I pulled up this week’s posts to review my whining laments hoping to find something Shi Sai worthy to print. Something that didn’t have us all wallowing in despair and loathing…

How did this week’s reverse pan out? Well, it surprised me. And it answered my question. How do we go on, each one of us, when faced with inconsolable sadness? In a word, HOPE! Between the lines of angst and sorrow, I discovered layers of hope sandwiched in…like precious gold ribbons crushed between layers of clay and sedimentary rock. There is always hope. And I realized that that is how we do it. How we survive. How we find the strength to go on. 

The worst thing that could ever happen to us is to find ourselves hopeless. There is a rhythm to the ebbs and flows…some of us riding waves of giddy exhilaration while others find themselves in the undertow. But the most important thing to remember is that we are all part of the same sea. The sea that at one moment glistens in serene tranquility and at others may become a raging temptest. We are all part of it…a sea of precious souls.

As I consider this I realize that I am being a bit hard on myself, but there is one thing I can do. When I am suffering it is acceptable to grieve, just as when I am having a good day, it is important to be grateful. But in that moment of gratefulness it is also important to consider those who are not, to say an extra prayer each time I give thanks for those who cannot. 

May you too find the light of hope when you need it most. I’m going to try to be better at keeping the light on for you.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 19 June 2016

Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace

under the skin we are the same

time is elusive

…Yes, you are

dawn looks swell on you!

midst clouds looming dark

hints, alliaceous.
…

prized as medicinal

donning alliaceous bulbs

from nana’s kitchen…

to resist…futile

the night is long…then morning comes!

I made something special for dessert

…feeling the Love this morning

while some take to the sea to sun.

~ kat  

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)


Dark Night of the Soil


I realized this morning, as I gazed at my barren flower bed, its parallel to Easter and Spring’s awakening.

Death of unruly weeds and a sweeping of rocks and debris was necessary to ready the bed for planting. It required pulling up some deeply imbedded roots of certain weeds who disguised themselves in delicate, colorful blooms, hiding their malevolent intent to choke, encroach and overtake my beautiful garden. If I left even a hint of root behind, my garden would be at risk. Just to be safe, once the soil was sufficiently churned, a barrier was laid and new enriched top soil was added to prepare for new seeds and plants. Of course, there is still a bit more to do, and keeping the weeds at bay is a daunting task, but it is a necessary step to give my beautiful garden its best chance to thrive.

My soul is like a garden. It is affected deeply by nature, the changing of seasons, the light and darkness, the raging tempests and gentle rains, sunrises and sunsets, the clear open blue canopy, the subtle embrace of foggy bottoms, the star-speckled night sky.

As I look at the empty flower bed of my soul, especially on this Easter weekend, I am reminded of the despair and revelation of humanity’s dark nature that led to death, but I am also filled with a sense of hope for the new life that is promised to me if I am faithful.

When darkness overcomes me, I know I should pause to reflect. Is my current circumstance a result of happenstance? It is true some things just happen. Or is it a debacle of my own doing? The latter, if I’m open to considering it, requires a bit of work. Like my garden bed, my soul must be swept of weeds, taking care to remove the roots. The soil of my soul will likely need a bit of churning. It will take a conscious effort on my part to employ the barriers required to prevent any weed remnants from rising again to choke out my best intentions. And it will also take laying a new foundation of “soil”.

My life has the potential to be a beautiful garden! To be a light and a blessing. As I consider the hope of Easter and Spring’s promise, I embrace the new life that grace affords me today and every morning!

Peace, grace and life in all its magnificence to you! May you thrive in beauty!

-kat


Losing Hope

How easily hope drifts away
When we forget to let things be
In our attempts to have our way
We only trust in what we see.

Surrender serves our spirit best.
How easily hope slips away
Each time our faith’s put to the test
And fear demands the final say.

For no amount of power play
Will ultimately bring us peace
How easily hope slips away
To know our strength we must be weak.

Religiosity’s a trap,
Faux piety can lead astray
We learn to dwell on what we lack
How easily hope slips away!

kat ~ 20 March 2016
(a Quatern)


Even the Sparrows


It’s an odd place to grow sunflowers. Actually, no one really knows how they survive there, with barely a spot of earth to sustain them. But every summer they appear, a hint of green sprouts that soon spread skyward covering the retaining wall.

The birds delight in the sweet seeds, happily fluttering and chattering while nibbling.

People nicknamed this special spot along the greenway Sparrow Way. Some say it reminds them of the bible story that tells how God even provides for the sparrows, so tiny, yet worthy of tender care.

I like to visit this place when I’m facing some impossible situation. And to think. If there is a God somewhere who cares about tiny sparrows, surely there is hope for me.

Wishing you sunflowers!

kat ~ 28 January 2016
(125 Words / Inspirational Fiction)

A little inspiration this week for my friend PJ who hosts this weekly challenge. It’s called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Read other stories HERE. 😊