Weekly Poem
ISSN 2291-7942
Vol. 1, No. 2, October 6, 2013
Edited by Kirk Ramdath

Worship
by Adrienne Adams

I realize that my way of praying is touching the earth.
That there is something sacred about the strength in my legs
that carries me up this mount.

Something of a sermon
in the width and sturdiness of my thighs
that opens up when
I praise pleasure with sky high cries.

Something that makes my heart beat with more
than the exertion and exhilaration of being up
on this hill & when I stop,
I see a pasque flower in my favourite hue.

Reborn again, I sit,
feeling the warmth of this earth mound
radiating up my veins,
as the sun sets & the moon rises,
I know,
that worship is something you feel more
with your heart, than say.

Biography
Adrienne Adams BFA is a visual artist that has been secretly writing poetry
since she was 16. Recently she has started sharing her poems publicly at
events around Calgary and in various local publications. In her art she likes
to draw things as other things, creating visual metaphors; the line between art
and poetry – blurry.
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