Sunday, May 3, 2015


                                          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.


  1. 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!

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