Sunday, May 3, 2015

Litanies

                                          You, Lord, are my praise in the great assembly.


I wake to altars of May
that lay in every budding's
mystic uncurling
through the green-hazed
morning's matins:
flowers opening litanies of Your light,

 cloisters of lavender lilacs, 
fragrant crushes of violets,
 magnolia blossoms'
disheveled mantras
dropping with the daffodils'
 diminishing, clanging joy.











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  1. AnonymousMay 4, 2015 at 6:21 AM

    I love the allusions to the spiritual life with altars, mystic, matins, litanies, cloisters, mantras. The clanging joy of the daffodils' is absolutely lovely for their blossoms are indeed festive bells. I love this sweet homage to God. It is a sweet song in praise of nature and of God and the relationship between. (With us poor humans in the middle!!). The "crushes of violets" is my absolute favorite. Blessings, friend!

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    1. The Mad-Eyed MonkMay 4, 2015 at 7:33 PM

      Thanks Amy. The sacred is abounding!! The daffodils are a riot....I will miss them. But oh, the other flowers!!! Enjoy Spring!!

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