It’s Sunday and time for me to share a poem. I love this poem by Luci Shaw. I think it’s one of the first I ever read of hers and always comes back to mind this time of year. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I think it’s one that benefits greatly from being read aloud. (There are shades of Hopkins in this poem.)
May 20: Very Early Morning
All the field praises him/all
dandelions are his glory/gold
and silver all trilliums unfold
white flames above their trinities
of leaves all wild strawberries
and massed wood violets reflect his skies–
clean blue and white
all brambles/all oxeyes
all stalks and stems lift to this light
all young windflower bells
tremble on hair
springs for his air’s
carillon touch/last year’s yarrow (raising
brittle star skeletons) tells
age is not past praising
all small low unknown
unnamed weeds show his impossible greens
all grasses sing
tone on clear tone
all mosses spread a spring–
soft velvet for his feet
and by all means
all leaves/buds/all flowers cup
jewels of fire and ice
holding up
to his kind morning heat
a silver sacrifice
now
make of our hearts a field
to raise your praise~Luci Shaw
Reblogged this on Witnesses to Hope.
‘…make our hearts a field to raise your praise…’
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Sister, I’m sharing this with Luci (who lives near me). It is such a lovely poem!
You live near her!? I love, love, love her poetry . . . and have posted quite a few. I hope that’s okay with her. I want people to get to know her.