Friday, June 14, 2013

Bird Nesting


O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree,
Eager and laughing, as in all our play,
To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay,
But silent fell before the mystery.
 
For, one brief moment there, we understood
By sudden sympathy too fine for words
That we were sisters to the brooding birds
And part, with them, in God’s great motherhood.

Ellis Parker Butler

Thursday, June 6, 2013

"Some nights, stay up till dawn...."

"Some nights, stay up till dawn
As the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
Of a well, then lifted out into light.

Something opens our wings.  Something
Makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness."

Wet grass


Wet grass,
Newly cut,
Freshness, like
dew-bursts.