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Healing Ministry Volume 16, Number 1, Winter 2009 oetry page 5JH=J=Our days are made of varied ages and altering composition. It is the gut that notices this larger terrainthis immense sliding. The gut explores valleys and hills, the faults and plates of the topology of our lives.
Healing Ministry Volume 16, Number 1, Winter 2009 oetry page 5JH=J=Our days are made of varied ages and altering composition. It is the gut that notices this larger terrainthis immense sliding. The gut explores valleys and hills, the faults and plates of the topology of our lives.
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Healing Ministry Volume 16, Number 1, Winter 2009 oetry page 5JH=J=Our days are made of varied ages and altering composition. It is the gut that notices this larger terrainthis immense sliding. The gut explores valleys and hills, the faults and plates of the topology of our lives.
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Our days are made of the first stirrings bend into
varied ages and them and suppose or altering composition. hunch. Layers of change through out time and space. It is the gut that notices this larger terrainthis immense To feel the changes sliding. It is the gut that that have been made feels its way through changing does not require landscape. the minds knowing aloneof where one thing ends and The eye may not see, the mind, another begins. it may not know, the heart may not feel, but the gut senses. Nor is the The gut holds on hearts feeling enough. to shudders and rumbles. The We need a gut that senses change. gut explores valleys and hills, the faults and An intuition that plates of the senses the shifting topology of our lives. plates and layers of life. We need a The gut knows nothing heart and a mind that will trust of fur and feathers, the gut. of brocade and silk. It holds no hope in the fine In us, and the soft: amid down deep and beneath the smooth and refined. are movements we cannot see, upheavals we will never see, The heart and the mind, they shifts we cannot know will come. loll themselves to sleep in the finery. Casting their We can sense them. eyes on the silt and lace We can lean forward at of low grade terrain; Healing Ministry 3 Volume 16, Number 1, Winter 2009
feeling for a faint sorrow and the joy
interior pulse that they that arrives from change cannot know. ushered in on the current of the hummingbirds wing Our days shift and move at noon day. without regard for the minds vigilant hope for reason, and Layers of life the hearts need for rhythm that we cannot see. and rhyme. Things move about without warning. We are piles of layers I cannot hope to see within the twist of time that plate raised up above the others and the stretch of space; or that one dropped down below. the spray of the wave The gut knows disturbance: and the stir of air. turbulence is its language We hold on amid and it knows it well. our lack of ingenuity; we dream on despite our My gut feels them: innocence of any true power. A jarring drop or jolting Sensing only the dark, rise is measured for sure in feeling only the layers the gut. The heart, the heart of our piled past, reaches out and feels we hope against hell that our through the layers of space heart and our mind have and time for the shifting listened well and found and the rolling forces what is true, what is sure We no longer seethe what the gut has to offer.