I will sing for the veil that never lifts/I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a life time maybe, to lift/I will sing for the rent in the veil/I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light/
I will sing for what is behind the veil—light, light and more light/This is the world and this is the work of the world.
~Mary Oliver
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Bring Me
Bring me flowers Because you like to see me smile
Bring me patient green stems Who have seen the winter end
And delivered grace filled petals For a silky celebration
Bring me this humble glory To spark the joy within.
1 comment:
I love your poem with tears in my eyes. Love, Suz.
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