Our God comes openly, he keeps silence no longer.
The Lord, the God of gods has spoken:
he has summoned the whole earth, from east to west.
God has shone forth from Zion in her great beauty.
Our God will come, and he will not be silent.
Before him, a devouring fire;
around him, a tempest rages.
Psalm 49
Everywhere this layering--
the spent leaves
over the receding green
and tarnished-gold folding fields;
the undulating clamor
of the dark migrating
of the dark migrating
and the clear, air-
bells tingling
bells tingling
from the towers of silence;
the soul withdrawing
and the heart beginning to breathe
in the waves of loss;
the soul withdrawing
and the heart beginning to breathe
in the waves of loss;
the bright-scudding clouds
and the light-less beneath;
the falling fires of the trees
the falling fires of the trees
that are now turning,
tumbling,
singularly sculpting
the sky beautiful,
as if the dark settlements
were far away;
were far away;
as if the ground and gravity
had no say;
as if the moment
was everything
becoming
inside
Your love,
with nothing
between.
Every poem I read of yours becomes my favorite. This is my new favorite. :)
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DeleteCynthia, I love this one. I love "catch of clouds." I thoroughly enjoy so many of your phrases and shape-creations inside the sounds. So thankful for your gift and your sharing!
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