Poetry is the intensity of our experience;
a way of recognizing and preserving our experience.
I agree intently! I thought I would share one of the first poems I wrote that “intensified my experience”- in this case, a Mission Trip. I was in Czechoslovakia with an international assembly of Navigator teams helping to visit believers in then closed countries of Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union. We could not take pictures or exchange addresses for security reasons. After 5 incredible weeks we re-assembled in Vienna and I desperately wanted a way to remember. I turned to simple poetry. Every time I read it, I am immediately brought back to the events that these simple words helped preserve. Others who have been on trips such as this echo the feelings expressed.
The last day together;
bowed heads around a humble table;
hearts brimming with varied emotions;
sweet recollection, sad resignation.
Those first few days never allowed for this moment.
So hard to say the words:
“I may never see you on earth again!”
We prayed for one another
and our homelands;
understanding the language of every other prayer.
We needed no translation –
and I wept in Slavic tears.