Tag: Light

The Fragrant Airs of Heaven

This poem was inspired by the opening lines of Max Ehrmann’s poem Desiderata. “Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.” Desiderata is Latin meaning ‘things desired’.

Idyllic loves’ creation is

imagined lilac groves. Air

enchanting havens of

scented flowers lifting to

the Harvest moon.

This world we may not enter

‘til this sweet and bitter

earthen road is ended.

Yet, we may store good efforts seed

do right as God’s creators

unbending onward to the Light.

Holding to heart loves first vow

that we unseasoned Spirit’s shall

by all intentions be

tried and tested and found well.

Do not forget amid the noise

such innocence as brought you here.

Times ravages are illusion now

look you to the candle’s constant flame

an eternal invocation to your name;

gateway to the Lilac groves

where the budding seeds of earthly toil

meet the fragrant airs of Heaven.

Love’s Weaver

As any weaver will tell you, whether they weave to be paid or weave for their own needs, the action of weaving is a kind of meditation.

The weaver bending arms of twisted knotted yarns
serves the loom and the loom a pattern makes.
And bent upon the stool, his eyes direct upon the thread
between weft and weave, his vision skips.

The shuttle smooth moves through the shed
to the clack of treadles pressed;
feeling more than seeing, every bone reactive
To the rise and falling weaving shafts.

The sun arcs through the window overhead
dying unnoticed in the west and in the cool
unseen light of night, clouds arise to hide the stars.
Bobbins twirling empty are replaced.

He labours not for kudos or for rates.
As every yarn entwines it speaks;
heddle and treadle selecting straighten out
and the loom alive a drumming music makes.

Star and sun dance light within his bobbing head;
the weavers’ needs are met and the soul unfurls.
Love that has a thousand-silent sounding ee’s
Spins on to weave for all eternity.