"God's abstention is only from human dialects; the holy voice utters its woe and glory in myriad musics, in signs and portents. Our own words are for us to speak, a way to ask and to answer."
Denise Levertov
There are some gifts that come to us just once or twice in a lifetime gifts that cannot be named beyond the simple act of gratitude.
We are given a vision so bountiful we can only gaze with eyes wide, like a child in summer's first garden.
We reach our clumsy hands toward that communion that single perfection and walk away speechless, blessed.
And breathe, in years to come, breathe,
breathe our hearts open aching to tell it well:
to sing it into every other heart to dance it down, into the hungry soil to hold it before us
2 comments:
Beautiful poem! Hope your thanksgiving was joyful.
Thanks! Wishing you and yours the same!
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