Mercy, there have been revelations. Grace, there has been realisation. Still, you must travel the path of time and circumstance. The further you go, the more it comes back to paying attention. The rough skin of the tallowwood, the trade routes of lorikeets, a sky lifting behind afternoon clouds. Staying close to the texture of things. People can go before you and talk all they want, but only one thing makes sense: the way the world enters and finds its voice in you: the place you are free.
Hi, I'm Julien DuBrow—thank you for joining me for Sacred Poetry Sundays (originally on the Sacred Poetry Project), where I share the poems and poets who inspire me—voices that stir something true, something sacred.
Here are three ways to take a poetry dive with me:
Read it aloud—let the rhythm or rhyme and breath of the words settle in your body.
Notice what lingers—a feeling, an image, a line that refuses to fade. Be curious. Why does this speak to you at this moment? What door is it opening into your life, your heart, or your relationships?
Sit with the inquiry—What wisdom is this poem offering me? Let it open a doorway to reflection, journaling, or simply feeling. If you're a Sacred community subscriber, please share your insights with us. I welcome your reflections and the wisdom this poem awakens in you.
Thank you for being here. Poetry is a sacred conversation, and I’m honored to share it with you. See you next Sunday!
—Julien
This one really speaks to me. Thank you <3