Mary's Song
by Luci Shaw
Blue homespun and the bend of my breast
keep warm this small hot naked star
fallen to my arms. (Rest …
you who have had so far to come.)
Now nearness satisfies
the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies
whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps
whose eyelids have not closed before.
His breath (so slight it seems
no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps
to sprout a world. Charmed by doves' voices,
the whisper of straw, he dreams,
hearing no music from his other spheres.
Breath, mouth, ears, eyes
he is curtailed who overflowed all skies,
all years. Older than eternity, now he
is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed
to my poor planet, caught
that I might be free, blind in my womb
to know my darkness ended,
brought to this birth for me to be new-born,
and for him to see me mended
I must see him torn.
6 comments:
Oh my -- this is so lovely! Achingly lovely -- thank you for sharing it.
Emily
Kris, this so so beautiful. It touches me, thank you for sharing.
Wow, Kris. That is phenomenal - yes, achingly lovely. I will think about that poem all day.
I loved it, but am in a hurry to head to the airport! I'll read it later, when I get to Puebla! Thanks for such fun, sharing beautiful poetry!
LOVE IT! I think this one is my favorite.
A beautiful poem. Thank you.
M.
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