Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Morning Worship, an Etheree Poem

To worship
Easter Sunday.
As we sat inside
In warm, still, reverence
Cold, wind-driven rain appears.
Downspouts chattered, car tires hissed, splashed.
Walk home under small, black umbrella
My shoes were soaked by Mother Mary’s tears.

Consisting of ten lines, the Etheree poem starts with a one syllable line, then adds one syllable per line, until the last line of ten syllables for an overall syllable count of 55. In other words the syllabic structure is as follows: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. It’s an uncomplicated, unpretentious form of poetry that has the quality of slowly opening, like a flower.


steven said...

dan i was smitten by the sight of shoes and an umbrella drying in front of the fire. then reading your words an entirely new level of seeing emerges. beautiful dan. steven

Dan Gurney said...

thank you steven. the resurrection story is not, for me, the most compelling part of Christianity. I'm much more taken by the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew. But that's okay. I sometimes wonder how it can be that some people who self-identify as Christians don't read the Bible for themselves with special attention to what it says Jesus said in that Sermon up there on the Mount. To me, that's the key moment in his life. I think he and his mother would cry at what is happening today in his name.