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Germinating [a poem]

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By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor

The well has run dry –

or so it seems.

Life has been wordless

in this season.

There is something churning within

which stalls the poetry.

Whatever it is feels

essential and mysterious.

What I do know is that

I have no patience for simple

right now.

I cannot bear

any glossing over,

or easy finishes.

The necessary dredging

and stages must happen.

I seem to be germinating,

and it isn’t a comfortable process.

What is on the other side

of this hushed season?

It is hard to allow for change –

I don’t much like it.

I like my usual grooves 

which are predictable

and comfortable.

But I don’t get anywhere new

when I am in them.

I don’t live free.

Perhaps this is what

it feels like

to be tight in the shell,

or trapped under hardened ground,

heavy in its lack of nourishment.

I long to transcend to

a new place  –

a place where I have the freedom

to be me,

to speak the words

which bring the light with them.

Realizing what is true

and where wisdom resides,

I begin to see that

I am but a tiny green shoot

about to burst through.

It may feel a challenge

at the start,

but there is the promise

of a stunning bloom. 

I hold onto that

and am reassured.

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Cynthia Cady Stanton
Cynthia Cady Stanton

Cynthia Cady Stanton is a hospice chaplain, writer, and speaker. In addition to being a regular contributor to PhoebeMD.com, her inspirational blog, Becoming and Beholding, can be described as “an exploration of a personal journey of awakening.” She is currently available to provide spiritual services and counseling to those in need.

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  2. I feel it! I often find when I am in the most challenging emotional times, I don’t really have inspiration for poetry. It seems that only after it passes am I able to express what I had gone through. I like the metaphor of the sprout. There are times of renewal or rebirth that are difficult to go through, and there often isn’t much we can express of meaning when in that state. We just have to finish the process and become our new self.

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  6. It’s letting us know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Keep Hope Alive. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem. Be encouraged.

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  11. Very beautiful, I love the transition of hope near the end. I also can resonate with the first few lines of this piece.

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    • Thank you! I find when I write, I usually veer toward reassurance at the end, kind of how the great church hymns always end musically on a positive major chord.

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