Color Me Empty
a love song to the Holy OneI am emptiness but make no mistake emptiness is not void. It has flavor, it has substance. Its colors are dusk, half-light, depth. You are the tender spread of dawn when it first appears and the last lingering long after sunset. You are the emerald sheen of sun in water and the light that fails to find its reflection on a day of drizzle. You take my emptiness and spin it into a blanket so light it sits like stardust on your shoulders, my emptiness offering shade to your dazzling Fullness.
The creative process is so like prayer, in fact I like to think of it as sacred space. In the process we give ourselves over to the music that is always playing at the heart of the cosmos and in our own center. We listen for that place where inner stirrings and outer inspirations meet. It is a threshold place, what in mystical language we call liminal space. We may come to it with all kinds of ideas, projects, and dreams (doesn’t that sound a lot like our prayer?) and they may well bear fruit in this space. On the other hand, they may all disappear in a puff of smoke while something else quietly enters. Then the creative artist will be off into some unknown territory.
At particularly graced times, a poem will write itself. Much of the time I start with an image or a phrase. As it repeats in my mind, another phrase knits on. And so it goes. Finally it is the poem itself that knows how to come to an end. When it works, I am most in touch with my Self and with the Holy. And above all, grateful.
~ Antoinette Voûte Roeder is a graduate of the Pacific Jubilee Program in Spiritual Direction. She is an anamchara in Edmonton, Alberta. Her latest poetry volumes are Poems for Meditation: An Invitation to Prayer, and The Many Singings, available from Amazon and from the author. Reach her by e-mail at email@example.com.