Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years….
I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper….
When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me….
I am food on the prisoner’s plate….
I am water rushing to the well-head,
filling the pitcher until it spills….
I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden….
I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge….
I am the heart contracted by joy….
the longest hair, white
before the rest….
I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow….
I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit….
I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name….
~Jane Kenyon~
The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy:
Sacred Poems From Many Cultures
This is a beautiful poem, Beth. And I love the changes that you made to your blog. Great new image and tag line! :)
I purchased this book after you shared a poem on your blog a few weeks ago and I fell in love with this book!
always a treat to read your blog :)
Maryellen
Thank you so much Colleen. I love the new look, too. I guess it was time for the blue light special to retire though I do so love blue light. The tag line is the opening lines of my poem “Life Never Fails”.
Me! You didn’t tell me you bought that book of poems. We’ll have to compare notes on favorites. I found Lalla there, too. Had never heard of him/her before which then led me to buy another book “Naked Song” of Lalla poems. Lalla soon to come on the blog, too! Love the sound of Lalla and you! xxxo
Just a note to say I love your blog. And I love you too SHMILY.
I see you (ala Avatar).