Saturday, November 16, 2013

Cold Courts


When peaceful silence lay over all,
and night had run the half of her swift course,
down from the heavens, from the royal throne, leapt your all-powerful Word;
into the heart of a doomed land the stern warrior leapt.
Carrying your unambiguous command like a sharp sword,
he stood, and filled the universe with death;
he touched the sky, yet trod the earth.
                                                                   Wisdom 18:14-16

                                                                                                        Google Images


                                                                        The cold courts 
                                                                                      of the fields
                                                                               curl in 
                                                                        on themselves
                                                                                      beneath designs 
                                                                               of cloud
                                                                        falling
                                                                                      through
                                                                               this time of 
                                                                        grey
                                                                                      clawing
                                                                               branches 
                                                                        against
                                                                                      the dimming sky
                                                                               of my heart
                                                                        where I don’t feel you 
                                                                                      anymore
                                                                               only the 
                                                                        bitterly  
                                                                                      breezes
                                                                               over me
                                                                        through these
                                                                                      lonely courts  
                                                                               of the fields
                                                                        closing in 
                                                                                      this
                                                                               time of 
                                                                        grey 
                                                                                      clawing 
                                                                               branches
                                                                        against 
                                                                                      shuffling
                                                                               ghosts
                                                                        of prayer.






8 comments:

  1. Shuffling ghosts of prayer is intriguing ... And drawing parallels between aspects of nature and the heart is fitting. I appreciate the honesty of this piece. Thanks for posting. God bless!

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    1. Thanks Amy! The shuffling ghosts are in me these days and long nights. Prayers for their exit. God Bless you!!!

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  2. Wonderful!!! Love this: "the dimming sky of my heart where I don't feel you anymore." Breathtaking and deeply moving.

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    1. Thank you Anne...what times! I appreciate your reading and generous commenting. Love to you and God Bless.

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  3. Beautifully expressed, Cynthia, and I can so relate! That Scripture verse from the book of Wisdom is so breathtaking! I interpret your poem through my own constant spiritual state of dryness and darkness...love the bare branches. I am so grateful for the tiniest dewdrop that falls upon them. As always, your poetry is like those dewdrops to my soul. Thank you! Love and hugs.....and always a smile : )

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  4. Thank you Patricia and I love "the tiniest dewdrop that falls upon them." That is beautiful to contemplate on a bare branch...a poem there!! These dark and dry times are a struggle to say the least. Prayers for yours and much love and light your way always dearest friend!!

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  5. Cynthia, so sadly, bitterly beautiful in its truth. What a beautiful God-given gift you have been blessed with, giving voice to our struggles.

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  6. Thank you Caitlynne Grace. This piece still needs some re-work but I have not returned to it yet. These struggles are ongoing are they not? I like that you see their "sadly, bitterly beautiful... truth." Wonderfully, poetically and succinctly expressed by yourself. I am so glad to meet you. Grateful for your visiting and commenting so beautifully and generously. It is late here so I will visit your place/blog tomorrow. I merely glanced at it and am looking forward to spending time and attention there with your intriguing and amazing writing and photography. Again...thanks for dropping by...

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