apocalypse poem #3 (daily faith)

my grandmother’s eschatology
was from Daniel & John, quoted
or read with my mother
in the afternoons, slow ones
after tomatoes were put up,
windows washed & the dusting done,
the jam jarred & herbs
strung & drying between rafters
in the root cellar

belief was for them
something that ran under
daily, practical things
softening the corners
of their lives & mouths
with all the possibility
of heaven, unseen
but anticipated
more than I longed
for that first kiss
before I had a boy in mind for it

like them, I weave
an appreciation
for the holy
through my life & it shines only
when you look for it
but it is there
braided into everything

do not mistake my flashes
of displayed faith
for something random
as heat lightning

it is always there–
this faith translated
to particles
hissing and charged–
something felt
more than it is seen

before the strike


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to apocalypse poem #3 (daily faith)

  1. davidtrudel says:

    Lovely, and full of love. Susan – you are so adept at using a few sparse words to evoke a time and place. This is a wonderful poem.

    • David, thank you. I don’t know how many times these two wonderful women scared my sister and I, sitting in the kitchen, and discussing the end of the world over tea, as calmly as they would discuss weeding the garden 😉

  2. The apocalypse and jam-making in one poem. I like the juxtaposition of the domestic and homely with the bigger spiritual stuff!

  3. ruleofstupid says:

    Like Holly… I really like the mix of grand theme and domesticity. When faith is expressed this way I can see the use for it! 🙂

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  5. nelle says:

    Well put. I don’t talk much about my belief, but bet on the fact it is present in all I do.

    • That is wonderful, Nelle, and it shows. For the next few apocalypse pieces, I am going for another angle. Don’t want to scare anyone off.

      • nelle says:

        rofl, don’t scare me. Now if you go and spin your head, that might get my attention. 😉

        I pretty much follow what Sue Mink Kidd wrote about in Dance of the Dissident Daughter, that combined with Reiki.

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  9. Your words remind me of my grandmother and mother. My grandmother used to read the Bible to me in her halitng Englsih as soon as I could say Mama. She lived her faith by her good deeds and love for family and humanity. And my mother is no different. Much as I try not to I am following in their foosteps. 🙂

    Wonderful poem

    • Celestine–thanks! They were both like that… And I do it too. It is one of those good things that get passed down, I think. I just remember onionskin pages turning as a backdrop to most of their joint projects, or at least after, to settle a point!

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