Monday, February 13, 2012

A Blessing

Like a deer that longs for springs of water,
  so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God:
  when shall I come and stand before the face of God?
                                                                                    Psalm 41

The two horses have come up the hill
to the trough
 in the mists of frost--
their breathing going out
 into the air
like roots of glass--

like doves from the ark. 

They move like prophets
through crowds of starlight 
They move close to the edge
of their boundaries--
 tossing their manes like flames
over fields of ice
 and thirst
and perfect love--

like an olive branch blazing

they have come up the hill
as a blessing
for the seeing and being.

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