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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Finding your voice: reflection questions on The Journey

Here is a poem that I used last week in my spiritual direction group. As I have been reflecting over this piece, here are some questions rise up.
  • Is it true that the hardest thing in the world is to be who you are created to be?
  • How do others needs keep you from being yourself and help you become yourself?
  • Do you think that the woman in this poem is selfish or courageous?
  • Do you read this differently if the woman is low-income, not educated, and with little opportunity?
  • Is it okay to leave people behind?
  • Are we responsible to "save others"?
  • What does your own voice sound like and how do you know when you hear it?
  • Do the people in your life encourage you to listen to your voice?
  • How is the voice of the Holy Spirit and your own voice connected or not?

    The Journey by Mary Oliver


    One day you finally knew

    what you had to do, and began,

    though the voices around you

    kept shouting

    their bad advice --

    though the whole house

    began to tremble

    and you felt the old tug

    at your ankles.

    "Mend my life!"

    each voice cried.

    But you didn't stop.

    You knew what you had to do,

    though the wind pried

    with its stiff fingers

    at the very foundations,

    though their melancholy

    was terrible.

    It was already late

    enough, and a wild night,

    and the road full of fallen

    branches and stones.

    But little by little,

    as you left their voices behind,

    the stars began to burn

    through the sheets of clouds,

    and there was a new voice

    which you slowly

    recognized as your own,

    that kept you company

    as you strode deeper and deeper

    into the world,

    determined to do

    the only thing you could do --

    determined to save

    the only life you could save.




1 comment:

Krissi said...

I feel as if I'm reading a brief poetic re-write of Henrik Ibsen's A Doll House, which is a beautiful play, albeit distressing.