Soulful Sojourning

The Lonely Act of Creation – A Poem by Sarah Kay Ndjerareou

No one told me it would require solitude to put pen to paper

And yet my loneliness provides a voice

In the space between wonder and wandering my soul speaks

The margin between exultation and despair is the place I reach out

The prayer to be heard becomes a longing to be understood

The desire flows into rhythm and story flows out into the world

 

When the Lord spoke the world into being he created from the void

From nothing he created life and beauty

And it was good.

The divine spark of creativity is a gift

Left over from the beginning of time

Yet the act demands that I enter into the void

 

The space between belonging and being lost

To listen to the wild call of the soul

To hear it echo in a silent space

The one that bubbles up with bravery

To think or dare to place your vision into the sea of life

A call to from nothing into something

It is the imprint of the creator

 

Like a prayer we pour our energies into the space of humanity

An offering to the divine

A reflection of something sacred in the broken reality of our world

May I never loose the hunger to enter the void

Grant me faithfulness to doggedly pursue the gift

To steward to act of creating something from nothing

Honor the creator

Build a bridge to my sister and brother

Speak truth in the darkness

Story on the soul

 

The Lonely Act of Creation A Poem by Sarah Kay Ndjerareou

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The child of missionary parents, writing became a natural was to process my adventures across the world.

Ndjerareou means 'he who builds the road in Ngambai, Nate's tribal language spoken in Chad, Africa.

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