Five Female Poets of Faith
One thing the world needs is for more people to read poetry. Especially from female writers of a certain age who identify as people of faith. I hope you enjoy this small round up and hope you’ll take the time to read more of their work via the links provided. You will be richer for it.
That I Might Dwell
That I might dwell in warbler
song, in fields of sorrel, fields
of stars, that dwelling in your
house I’d know, I’d rest, I’d play
at wonder. Oh that I might dwell
in pine-branched shade, among
the sway, among the praise of oak-fern, granite, jay nest, spruce—
among the shadow-dance of leaves,
the breeze unpinning doubt, all
apathy, all hollow hours, all fears.
Oh may I dwell in reverence here,
and dwelling in your house, I’ll
wait, I’ll pray, I’ll lay this body
down on what you’ve dreamed,
on what you’ve sung, spliced, spun,
twined, embroidered, breathed.
And dwelling in your house I’ll
know the peace of moss, the moth- winged hush of unhinged awe,
musk of sage, gaze of deer. Oh let
me lose myself in rooms of fox- glove, cowslip, wild plum, wren—
that I might taste the sleep of loam,
that I might tenant beauty here.
from Habitation of Wonder (Wipf & Stock 2018)