Sunday, March 3, 2013

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
                                             through the falling crystalline sky,
                                             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,
                                             as wild and stampeding grace.

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