VOCABULARY OF THE HEART
I don’t know where the voice came from. Words began welling up in me that did not sound like my own, yet they were very much my own. They emerged as pleas addressed to the Divine with an urgency, brazenness, and depth that startled me, each imperative a longing expressed in metaphor: Make me river, Make me chalice, Make me plow blade, Make me willow. As I filled out these images, crafting each into a poem, I found that I was writing lament.
During hard seasons of life, I have intentionally chosen, as a kind of spiritual exercise, to write about topics of delight: finches, peonies, loosestrife bending in the wind at the edge of the lake—anything but darkness. But during the particularly excruciating season of my life out of which this series of poems flowed, I learned to lament in poetry, and lamenting in poetry taught me something important about prayer.
VOCABULARY OF THE HEART – POETRY AND PRAYER
Prayer has often been compared to poetry, and with good reason. Like poetry, prayer emphasizes careful choice of words. Because of the careful, deliberated choices each word represents, the language of prayer, like the language of poetry, carries a greater amount of meaning than casual conversation or mere prose. The words of a prayer are thick with significance, pregnant with possibility.
Like poetry, prayer contains pause. In both modes of expression, the silence surrounding words is as important as the words themselves. And in their own ways, both poetry and prayer engage the spirit. They are not merely a fanciful description of beauty on the one hand, and on the other hand, a functional request for the divine provision of needs, but occasions for deeply engaging the soul.
VOCABULARY OF THE HEART – POETRY?
Until recently, however, I would not have agreed with the statement that poetry is, or can be, prayer. Prayer is what you do on your knees before God—without the mediation of pen and paper, I thought. Can a painting be prayer? A sculpture? A tapestry or other artistic expression? My answer would have been, “No.” Certainly they can be prayer-like, I would have conceded. They might even capture something of the spirit of prayer. But in the end, they are product, not prayer—each a creative articulation of feeling or thought designed more to engage others than God.
Perhaps my problem with poetry as prayer had to do with poetry’s distinct self-awareness as art.
A good poet will not hesitate to spend an hour, even a day, on the choice of a single word. As a writer, I have tasted the delight of hours-long questing after the perfect turn of phrase. The assiduous navigation of aesthetic options is inherent to art, and the work born out of that navigation is necessarily its own aesthetic statement. Try as we might, we can’t escape the fact that art revels in itself. It insists on putting forth its best and truest version of the longing it incarnates, and it will spare no length when it comes to honing and perfecting that expression.
So if poetry, like all other art, is an aesthetic statement, how can it also be prayer? Philosophically speaking, I cannot fully say, and I don’t have a theological explanation either. All I know is that when I began to pen my laments, not only did the poems emerge as prayers, but these prayers were wilder, more daring, and more honest than any prayer I might have fumbled through on my knees. They were also more pondered, nuanced, and—as pure byproduct—more beautiful.
VOCABULARY OF THE HEART – LAMENT
The power in these laments may have been thanks, in part, to their heavy reliance on metaphor, a literary tool I don’t usually make use of in prayer, but perhaps should. I don’t know what about the swollen green rivers of early April in Vermont drove me to write, “Make me river” as I peered through the train window on my way south, but as I explored through my pen the sound, shape, and movement of water swirling in jade rock pools and coursing through the monotone landscape of not-yet-spring in the North, I began to realize that the stark, un-awakened land was a picture of my dormant soul.
The river was a picture of my desire to flow with life. Out of the process of crafting this poem emerged a clarity about my spiritual state. And out of that clarity surfaced an ensuing petition—to be, as the poem puts it, “unstilled.” I did not start with this clarity or petition. Instead, the creative process drew this out of me.
Writing poetry puts me in touch with my deeper longings, helping me not merely to articulate them, but to re-order them. And isn’t that in so many ways what prayer is, a re-ordering of our longings before God? Prayer on my knees—though I consider it of great importance—does not always accomplish this in quite the same way. There, I find myself asking for concrete and often predictable things such as healing for a loved one, peace where I’m experiencing anxiety, wisdom in a particular decision. But when I am writing poetry, the creative process takes me to places in prayer I might not otherwise dare to go.
VOCABULARY OF THE HEART – POETRY CAN BE PRAYER
I have come to believe that a poem can indeed be a prayer in every sense of the word, and what is more, writing a prayer as a poem can be a spiritually formative experience. For me, it opened the door to lament, enabling me to voice before God a level of anguish I did not have the courage to verbalize in conventional forms of prayer.
In some ways, the business of writing prayers as poems gave me a way to essentially trick myself into praying what I did not feel free to pray. By the time I had drafted a complete poem, I realized that, without meaning to, I had very much inhabited that poem as a prayer.
The line between prayer and art had become blurred.
For some, I imagine, such a blurring between what is prayer and what is poem may cause unease about where piety ends and vanity begins. As for me, I am learning to see this blurring as an invitation. I believe that the very work of writing a prayer as poetry—of choosing each word as carefully as a mosaic maker chooses each tessera of glass, marble, or tile—does more than make for a beautiful poem; it takes us deeper into our hearts than we might otherwise go, and it gives us a new vocabulary with which to offer our longings to God.
First published at Ruminate Magazine. Used with permission.
Abigail is author of two collections of poetry, Habitation of Wonder (Wipf & Stock, 2018) and A Gathering of Larks: Letters to Saint Francis from a Modern-Day Pilgrim (Eerdmans, 2017), as well as a work of nonfiction, Three Squares: The Invention of the American Meal (Basic Books, 2013). She serves as pastor of arts and spiritual formation at Church at the Well in Burlington, Vermont. In her free time, she enjoys gardening, photographing nature, and sipping a well brewed cup of tea.
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Lectio Divina is the ancient practice of slowly, contemplatively reading the words of Scripture; an invitation to savor God’s Word as we are nourished, fed, and refreshed in His holy presence.
Step in slowly. Sit with God. Allow yourself time and space to feel and experience your pain. When you’re ready, take up your pen, and explore the precious and life-giving gift of lament.