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Weeks ago I received a poem from Panhala and noted it was from The Soul is Here for Its Own Joy.  I immediately ordered this book of poems.  I now have “dog ears” on so many pages of poems I love, that it could fill this blog every day for a month.  And I’m still only half way through it!  Here is one of them from Jane Kenyon.  She sees God in everything and expresses it in a way that nearly brings my heart to its knees.

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

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