For Those Who Have Recourse to Thee
26 July, 2010It seems not so very long ago I sat under oak tree and full moon, half-inclined to offer my prayers to that silver disk, while inside she gathered her implements to do the same.
How many tides have washed since then, how many horns, and halves, and wholes and hollows?
Yet ever she rises,
ever she walks the East
in streaming silver.
Spotless Mirror
Stella Maris
Lovely, fevered season, season of peaches and cool watermelon, tomatoes and fresh corn, of fire-flies and cricket songs. Time, too, of humidity drowning temple-throbbing drowsy rising from the ground in waves and waves on helpless shores, ever dreamy twining vine magnolia shade
Ever she rises,
ever she walks the East
in streaming silver.
Spotless Mirror
Stella Maris
You ask me did I see her. Did I? Did I waking and asleep ever since bright eyes and the purse of her lips hands folded tenderly to pray I saw and saw. I see
Ever she rises,
ever she walks the East
in streaming silver.
Spotless Mirror
Stella Maris
A fumbling heart in slumber and when it comes will take some reckoning that swelling force a steady course for those who have recourse to thee.