(Wendy Cabell, from previous post: a past poem revisited January 10, 2021, Sunday of the Blessing of the Waters (Eastern Orthodox); and feast day eve of Saint Luminosa of Pavia (patron of booksellers; represented with lily/three lilies) and of the above Yelets Icon of the Mother of God)
An early poem, Mom said it was one of her favorites, so reposting it to remember and honor her
Lily Song
And why are you anxious about clothing?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;
they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even
Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like
one of these. - Matthew 6: 28-29
Sparkles are empty, now after the real,
And this longing for beauty is forever.
Breeze through the field now, blows where it will,
And this longing for beauty is forever.
Through sun, through dew, till we drop to earth, to sky,
And this longing for beauty is forever.
Sky too deep too blue to dazzle -- glow holy mantle,
And this longing for beauty is forever.
Sparkles are empty, now after the real,
And this longing for beauty is forever.
Breeze through the field now, blows where it will,
And this holding of Beauty is forever.
Wendy. Wow. J's right. This one's a keeper. Big time. These thoughts connect with ponderances, places I'm walking in my mind. Such a display of lyrical-visual management. U r a poet. A writer.
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks Dwight. Coming from such an amazing writer like yourself, that means so much to me : ) Can't wait to see how your ponderances unfold...
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