National Poetry Month: Oriah

Yesterday was a day of rest. I spent 4 days in Virginia visiting my folks and the trip is both physically and emotionally draining. I crashed before I could share a poem. My apologies. I’ll be back to regularly scheduled​ programming soon.

The Lenten journey I embarked upon ended while I was in Virginia. And though Lent is over, I feel that my spiritual journey is only beginning. You might not be aware but I’ve been taking these leadership classes at my church. When I was first asked I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a right fit for me. That first class I went out and did shots afterwards because I’m the most secular guy on the planet and I wasn’t sure if the way I somehow merge the secular with the spiritual would work.

As Lent continued and I continued to attend these classes I felt something shift in my soul. I can’t explain it but I knew that I was supposed to be taking these classes. I’ve discovered that I’ve finally reached that place where I truly know myself. I know what I’m about, what I can do and I also know and honor my limits. I trust myself and my instincts more.

I didn’t have a poem planned for today. The day of rest threw me off my plan. The more I thought about it, the more my instincts said to share this poem.

I was introduced to Oriah through the Oprah show. I don’t have the words to describe this poem except to say it speaks to the heart of what I’ve been trying to do. I’m seeking connection and I could care less about the surface. I want connection on a soul level.

The Invitation — Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.


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