Let the love of your Holy Spirit be in our hearts:
so that we may consecrate this day to you.
Universalis Prayer
The trees are simmering their cinnamons,
burnt-umbers, ocher-siennas, and ruby hues
like ciders of mystics.
They are singing like folds of air
through hollow reeds.
They are disheveled contemplatives
in deep prayer.
They are shedding their joy
regardless
they will soon become the fire
settling into the dark
season.
They have become, for the hours,
the shimmering way
to live
and to die.
Of all your poems, this may be my favorite yet. I have read it over and over tonight.
ReplyDelete"The trees are simmering their cinnamons..." Ahhhhh. How wonderful. I think I'll be thinking of this a lot in the weeks just ahead.
Thanks Nancy! This is such a gorgeous time of year isn't it? May you enjoy the miraculous flux!!
DeleteMajestic and wondrous!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anne. Creation is full of God's glory and radiance! Blessings to you during this wondrous time!!
DeleteThis is fantastic, Cynthia. Even full with action, this piece is slow-moving like the season it describes. The stanzas give a steady beat and the repeption of sentence structure give the steady rhythm. The stanza breaks give us pause to absorb the image and its import. fantastic. I completely agree with Nancy's "Ahhhhh. How wonderful." And I love the last stanza. Bravo!
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