A Shortcake with a Soul

Cherry cobbler is a shortcake with a soul…
~Edna Ferber

Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
one more friend
waking with a tumor, one more maniac

with a perfect reason, often a sweetness
has come
and changed nothing in the world

except the way I stumbled through it,
for a while lost
in the ignorance of loving

someone or something, the world shrunk
to mouth-size,
hand-size, and never seeming small.

I acknowledge there is no sweetness
that doesn’t leave a stain,
no sweetness that’s ever sufficiently sweet.

Often a sweetness comes
as if on loan, stays just long enough

to make sense of what it means to be alive,
then returns to its dark
source. As for me, I don’t care

where it’s been, or what bitter road
it’s traveled
to come so far, to taste so good.
~Stephen Dunn from “Sweetness”

When the soft cushion of sunset lingers
with residual stains of dappled cobbler clouds
predicting the sweetness of a next day’s dawn,
I’m reminded to “remember this, this moment, this feeling”~

I realize that it will be lost, slipping away from me
in mere moments, a sacramental fading away of time.
I can barely remember the sweetness of its taste,
so what’s left is the stain of its loss.

Balancing as best I can on life’s cobbled path,
stumbling and tripping over rough unforgiving spots,
I ponder the messy sweetness
of today’s helping of soulful shortcake,
treasure it up, stains and all,
knowing I could never miss it
if I hadn’t been allowed a taste and savored it to begin with.

5 thoughts on “A Shortcake with a Soul

  1. Dear Emily, thank you so much for writing this blog. I am an introvert struggling each day with fear & anxiety myself and also aging (67), I start my mornings with devotions and you are an important part of that. Thank you. Marian

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  2. Dear Marian, thank you for reaching out and letting me know, from one aging worrying introvert to another! Saying it out loud (or writing it) helps! Blessings, Emily

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  3. Thank God and the Holy Spirit for the gift and the courage that poets share their (and others) wounded soul experiences with us. How else would we know that we are not alone — that both our loving God and at least one other person can name woundedness among humanity in a personal, known way.
    And thank you, Emily, for sharing this excerpt with us today.

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