Poet · Storyteller · Thinker
Cynthia Ricks Pollard writes at the meeting place of scripture, memory, and the quiet questions of being awake. Two books. One searching, tender voice.
A note from the desk
I have always believed that the truest things are spoken quietly — in the pause between a question and its answer, in the half-second before a woman decides to be brave. My writing lives in those pauses.
Across poetry, monologue, and meditation, my work returns to a single preoccupation: what it means to be a soul paying attention. I came to the page through faith and theatre, drawn to the voices history left in the margins and to the vast, unhurried mystery of simply being conscious in the world.
My hope is small and stubborn — that a reader might close one of these books a little more tender toward themselves, and a little more awake to the holy, ordinary minute they are living inside.
The Books
One turns toward scripture and the women within it. The other turns inward, toward awareness itself.
Twenty women of scripture step out of the margins to speak in their own voices — fierce, grieving, doubting, luminous. A theatrical act of devotion and imagination.
Enter the bookA book-length meditation on awareness, thought, and what it is to be human — cosmic in reach, intimate in voice. Poetry for the mind turned toward its own light.
Enter the book
I can see my mountain…so formidable and grand!
I marvel at its beauty…as it gently sweeps across the land!
I stand in awe as I witness…how its peaks touch the sky!
Gently caressing the clouds, as a majestic eagle soars by!
Streams trickle down my mountain…their waters sparkle in the sun!
Some meet towering waterfalls…so much beauty started as one!
My mountain is blanketed with flowers… a mosaic of yellow, blue and pink…
They slightly bend as a breeze passes, while the numerous birds begin to sing!
I can view that mountain…it clearly looms before me…
With its undeniable grandeur…wonders so pleasing to see!
In the midst amid its beauty, I know there are dangers and threats,
But if I do not climb that mountain, I'll be overcome with regrets!
My view down in the valley can seem sufficient to endure,
It can appear that standing on the ground level makes me safe and secure!
But I must climb my mountain…I must accept the task…
I must be all that I can be, it's what my omnipotent God has asked!
As I climb my mountain, I will sometimes slip and fall,
Losing my footing on various challenges, stumbling on the rocks and logs,
But I will get back up on that mountain…scrape the dirt from my knees,
Knowing there are but no challenges, in which I should not believe!
There are blind spots on my mountain…sometimes I must climb by faith,
Knowing God will direct me…through all the storms in the paths I take!
With Him…nothings impossible…with Him I must just believe…
And so much is for my making…when I ask on bended knees!
While journeying up my mountain, I know many will criticize me…
Pointing out all my faults…those I wish no one could see!
But I will show reverence to God, by the way I chose to be…
Continuing to love no matter what…that is certainly the key!
While climbing up my mountain, I will sometimes stop and rest…
Reflecting on my journey, grateful for the enlightenment in every test!
I won't give up in my struggles…I'll desperately cling to each ledge…
Accepting that in my pilgrimage, there will be more cliffs ahead!
I'll pause at the crossroads…Sometimes wonder which path to take,
Should I turn left? Should I turn right? Or should I just stop and wait!
I know there's a silver lining if I continue to tread ahead…
And one day I'll reach paradise…at the top of my mountain…just ahead!
Lines to Linger On
"Despite my imperfections, He still cares for me! He knows my faults and understands my needs! My burdens... He is willing to carry for me! My merciful father, my God!"
FROM — CONSCIOUSNESS
"For if I had not suffered so greatly, I would not be able to proclaim how Jesus stepped into my life. How Jesus lifts you up from the depths of despair as he did me!"
FROM — TWENTY MONOLOGUES ABOUT WOMEN IN THE BIBLE
"Adam named me Eve as an act of faith to the promises of God's words; he knew I would become the mother of all living"
FROM — TWENTY MONOLOGUES ABOUT WOMEN IN THE BIBLE
Praise
Ricks Pollard writes as if she has known these women her whole life. I wept on a train and did not care who saw.
A rare writer who can hold theology and tenderness in the same hand. Consciousness reorganized how I pay attention.
Cinematic, intimate, unforgettable. These are pages you underline, then return to underline again.
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