by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Genial waves of warmth
speak through gentle rays
Awaken my senses
the marigold sings her joy
painted steps are born
Fragrant juniper fill the horizon
gusts of innocence flush my cheeks
first wiffs grab my being
as soft touches trace her core
Welcome into my sunlight
white wishes still endure
supplanted suppliant kisses
you've entered through my door
by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories:
allegory, blessing, religion,
ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN
Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:
Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,
I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.
I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008