Monday, September 23, 2013

Equinox Passing

I have come that they may have life and have it more abundantly.
I shall feed them in good pastures.                                                                                                                         Universalis Responsory
                                                                                                            Google Images

When the day sits equal with the night
and what we release brings more
of what we gather
from the seeds of a liminal season,
barely perceptible,

 flowing with the sweet-sticky 
 fruit of the brightest days, 
 when the sun leaned close,
burnishing the green verities
from the dark earth  
we will press

into wine
for the tilt of cold that is always
with us;
as the mystery of dying
and rising
chisels our love

and too small
for the faces
of God.


  1. Beautiful, Cynthia! I love the way the earth is never static, but always changing...darkness into light, winter to summer etc., and on the other side of the world, it all happens in that it's never really barren everywhere...or cold and dark. Thank you for always being so masterful at presenting the charm and beauty with which God has so bountifully surrounded us. Blessings always!

    1. Yes! I love your reflection how the "earth is never static...never really barren everywhere...or cold and dark." This is a beautiful insight. There is so much in the flux of living!!! Thanks be to God. Thank you for your kind and generous comments...God Bless you!

  2. Oh, Cynthia, this is deep and fascinating. I truly love the last stanza -- it is deep and marvelous (of course the first makes it possible). "the tilt of cold" is striking. the mystery chiseling our love -- you know that speaks right to my core! And, oh, how are stones are much too small for the many faces of God!

    1. Thank you again Amy!! We mothers do feel this forging-chiseling deep down and all around son't we?!!! Thanking God for His many, many blessings of which you are among dear friend.....