half-grown moon
God made my madness
as surely as he made
the melting snow
and when my feet pull me out the door
to see how much green
has thrown off its blanket
today
that is enough praise for you, my love
God made my sadness
as surely as He made
the clouds that come and go
dappling the full sun
of the angels' faces
that would be uncovered fire
but you put water in the way
molding your light into
a lover whose skin is warm
but falls asleep in mid-embrace
capturing my heart
in this brave world of shreds and raindrops
more jewels fallen
than heaven can count
and when I drink and hold
your rain
into my half-grown, half-eaten body
like the half-risen moon
that is praise enough for you, my love
................................
This poem was inspired by Paul's blog--"Original Faith"
in answer to a question he raised on his post...
as surely as he made
the melting snow
and when my feet pull me out the door
to see how much green
has thrown off its blanket
today
that is enough praise for you, my love
God made my sadness
as surely as He made
the clouds that come and go
dappling the full sun
of the angels' faces
that would be uncovered fire
but you put water in the way
molding your light into
a lover whose skin is warm
but falls asleep in mid-embrace
capturing my heart
in this brave world of shreds and raindrops
more jewels fallen
than heaven can count
and when I drink and hold
your rain
into my half-grown, half-eaten body
like the half-risen moon
that is praise enough for you, my love
................................
This poem was inspired by Paul's blog--"Original Faith"
in answer to a question he raised on his post...
posted by Yes at 11:23 AM
7 Comments:
Like how you combine the themes of nature, God, another person... religious or spiritual experience as "praise?"
Paul--Yes, that's it--and even our smallest thoughts and actions, as well--can be "praise"...
thanks for the comment--
Yes, I think God is everywhere: petals of a flower, birdsong, "baby ladybugs", mud puddles and maybe closest in our personal forms of madness. Excellent as always!!
God is indeed everywhere. I loved this almost spiritual poem.
this is wonderful, firebird! so gentle and loving... I love the "praise for you, my love". The relationship implied there is intimate.
more jewels fallen
than heaven can count
and when I drink and hold
your rain
into my half-grown, half-eaten body
like the half-risen moon
Oh, Firebird, you've packed so much into this poem.
Pat--Thank you -- funny you should mention mud-puddles--
I originally wrote "the dirty melting snow", which I meant in a nice way, but it sounded too negative next to "madness"--(which I also meant in a loving way...)
and you have cornered the market on mud, which I never will think of the same way again!
Gautami--Yes, in the same way we can see everything as spiritual...
even our imperfections...
Gracie--I love your comment!
The "intimate" quality is a bit untraditional, but it has to be said...to be real...
mb-- You picked out the lines that I had the most trouble working on...I was afraid I might be putting TOO much into one poem--thanks for appreciating--it means a lot to me!
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