Uncover a “found poem” in an old book, a magazine, or a newspaper. Allow words to jump out at you and discover hidden meaning and beauty there. Invite God’s spirit to speak.
What this looks like for me:
I discovered “found poems” in my high school writing class, and rediscovered them much later as one of many creative ways to listen for God’s voice in my life.
Where can I uncover truth and beauty? Almost anywhere, when I pay attention.
I like using old book pages. Our library has a giant book giveaway every year, or I find books at thrift stores.
I begin by scanning over the page for words that jump out at me. I try not to read whole sentences, just a word or two at a time. Anything that jumps out, I circle.
Then, I look at the words I’ve circled. Is there a pattern? Any meaning in them? Are there more words on the page I want to add to this poem?
After I’ve finished selecting the words to keep, I cover the rest. Usually, I just doodle with the same pen I circled with. Occasionally, I’ve pulled out watercolor paints and used those instead.
Years ago, as I was first writing A Good Way Through, I had questions and anxiety about whether or not the book might help people. As I put my soul on the page, I feared how it would be received. Was it worth putting this story out into the world? Would it be good enough? Would there be fruit from this labor?
In that season, I “found” this poem.
Later, I rewrote it like this:
THE GREAT OAK
Standing before the altar,
I raised my eyes to heaven,
There grew, by the place,
an oak with wide-spreading branches.
Then the tree shook—
and night came on.
Dawn, and morning.
The tree stood before me,
her branches blooming,
and her flowers were faces.
I heard, “Behold!”
I gazed with wonder,
(Excerpt from A Good Way Through)
Poems can mean many things, but to me, in that season, it was one piece of the answer to my questions. There would be fruit from this work I was doing, and it would be beautiful, but it wouldn’t be mine. I wouldn’t have to create the fruit, only to behold with wonder.
There is beauty in obedience to a call. I was called to write; I was not called to make the perfect book or fix anyone else’s life with my words. I was called to obey, and by God’s help the rest would follow.
“In that day the Branch of the Lord will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land will be the pride and glory of the survivors in Israel.” -Isaiah 4:2