Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Discerning


Happy the man who discovers wisdom, the man who gains discernment: 
gaining her is more rewarding than silver, more profitable than gold. 
She is beyond the price of pearls, nothing you could covet is her equal.
                                                                                                                Proverbs 3:13-15







Awoke to the drapery of snow
over every form, stretched out 
as far as I could see through tree lines and fields;

as if the laden clouds grew weary and lay down to rest on what was holding up in the darkness and  what was shimmering in the first light. 

In this blue-pale dawn, spinning toward the fire of our white dwarf in a pearling snow lilting down and everywhere, 
I awake, 

while buds of crows, strewing from dark branches
are shaking out the fallen sky 
into the ivory-bright one.
  
Lord, your artistry astounds me daily if only I still and begin
to notice 
  
the lines we stay inside blurring as I long to leap
into the sky of you
coming down 
and holding 
all the same.








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