Hope
takes us entirely out of this world while we remain bodily in the midst
of it. Our minds retain their clear views of what is good in creatures.
Our wills remain chaste and solitary in the midst of all created
beauty...
Thomas Merton No Man Is An IslandThe black raspberries are beading
the edges of the fields
with dark clusters
presenting themselves
for the taking
into our hands and mouths
staining our soft flesh
into shades of morning
dropping between lucent leaves
and all the too heavy
falling into the shapeless
loss of summer sweetness
that lie in the cool and dark
beneath the light skimming
like swallows
over the grasses of prayer
and the wildfire of hope
within the scattering seeds.
Oh Cynthia, you have such a way with words! Love this! We have blackberries in our garden which are just coming ripe so I could so relate to this poem. I love this: like swallows over the grasses of prayer
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Thank you Anne for your kind reply and gifts of peace and beauty you bring to my day!! Enjoy the delicious blackberries in your garden! God Bless You....
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