Poet, writer,
editor, and publisher Catherine Lawton’s second book of poems, Glimpsing
Glory, shows a love of God and appreciation for nature, rhyme,
contemplation, and prayer.
As the
daughter of a pastor, she learned to adjust to new surroundings in a series of
moves and, as a wife and mother, enjoyed family outings in natural terrains –
all of which can be glimpsed in the poems she writes. In other genres, her articles,
stories, and books saw publication, and now, as the editor and publisher of Cladach Publishing, she publishes works by
other poets and writers, including my book of poems and contemporary psalms, PRAISE!
In organizing
her new book Glimpsing
Glory, which Cathy kindly sent me to review, she divided her poems and
prayers into seven sections: Relating,
Communing, Trusting, Living, Dying, Praying, and Word-Playing – each of
which offers some glimpse of glory.
To clarify
her theme, she poses the question, “What do I mean by ‘glory’?” in the first
line of the first poem with the poem itself a response. For instance:
The
Shekinah glory filled the temple.
Our
bodies are temples.
The next
poem, “Spaces Between,” gives a glimpse of the “God-centered contemplative life”
the poet seeks for herself while inviting readers to stop and notice:
The
spaces between things seem
to
take on lives of their own.
In “The Stars
Sing,” the poet pauses to take in the sweep of night sky, which she describes:
Like
music engraved, blazoned across the sky,
notes – not in lined scores or measures,
but
in splashes of compositions ears and eyes
aren’t
attuned to hear or decipher.
Not
with physical ears do I hear the music
of
stars singing out from night pavilion,
graced
by the moon, echoed by bugling elk,
crooning
owls and sibilant wind.
The poems
continue to observe and encourage observation. For instance, in “Nature Doesn’t
Lie,” the poet counsels readers:
Be
present to a flower, tree, or pond;
it
will gradually
be
present
to
you in truth.
Truth comes
into focus again in the poetic prayer “Wholeness and Peace,” which begins:
Lord,
I don’t want to live out of
a
place formed by other people’s
brokenness,
false words spoken
over
me, lies internalized, nor fears.
Then goes on
to say:
Speak
Truth in this awakened place.
I
open doors, windows, pull down
storm
shutters, plank by plank,
that
your Light may stream in.
May we, too,
be called to Glory!
Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2020
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