11-16-2013, 09:59 AM
When the reeds have fallen half in love with the ocean
or with the green and muddied flats,
and when the grasses lean into the wind that holds them
pushing back towards the salted sand,
then the gulls fall silent,
the heron lifts his leg and stops mid-air,
the lily's mouth slides open,
dragging its roots against the silted earth.
The moon hovers over this holy place
and we, with heavy clayed feet,
unable to bring ourselves to stay or to leave,
sway like reeds in the rising tidewater,
whispering our warm wet breath into the marsh.
This brackish dark too deep to pierce -
cordgrass and bullrushes grasp at our waists;
outside the body, all things are encumbrances.
Marsh Prayer - second edit[/b]
When the reeds have fallen half in love with the ocean
or with the green and muddied flats,
and when grasses lean into the wind that holds them,
pushing back towards the salted sand,
the gulls fall silent, the heron lifts his leg then stops mid-air,
and the lily's mouth slides open,
dragging its knuckles across the salty earth.
We sway like reeds in the rising tidewater,
unable to bring ourselves to leave or to stay.
This brackish dark too deep to pierce -
cordgrass and bullrushes grasp at our waist,
encumbering only the body.
Marsh Prayer
Why not?
The reeds have fallen half in love with the ocean,
half in love with the green and mudded flats.
The grasses lean into the wind that holds them,
Then push back towards the salted sand.
This marsh untended, the dark too deep to pierce -
All things outside the body are encumbrances.
The lily’s mouth slides open, its knuckles drag
against the silted earth. The gulls fall silent,
the heron lifts his leg then stops mid-air.
The moon hovers over the soggy earth.
God is dressed as a women tonight, and
sits alone sipping expensive dram.
We, with heavy, clayed feet hum
Our warm wet breath into the Holy Mount.
or with the green and muddied flats,
and when the grasses lean into the wind that holds them
pushing back towards the salted sand,
then the gulls fall silent,
the heron lifts his leg and stops mid-air,
the lily's mouth slides open,
dragging its roots against the silted earth.
The moon hovers over this holy place
and we, with heavy clayed feet,
unable to bring ourselves to stay or to leave,
sway like reeds in the rising tidewater,
whispering our warm wet breath into the marsh.
This brackish dark too deep to pierce -
cordgrass and bullrushes grasp at our waists;
outside the body, all things are encumbrances.
Marsh Prayer - second edit[/b]
When the reeds have fallen half in love with the ocean
or with the green and muddied flats,
and when grasses lean into the wind that holds them,
pushing back towards the salted sand,
the gulls fall silent, the heron lifts his leg then stops mid-air,
and the lily's mouth slides open,
dragging its knuckles across the salty earth.
We sway like reeds in the rising tidewater,
unable to bring ourselves to leave or to stay.
This brackish dark too deep to pierce -
cordgrass and bullrushes grasp at our waist,
encumbering only the body.
Marsh Prayer
Why not?
The reeds have fallen half in love with the ocean,
half in love with the green and mudded flats.
The grasses lean into the wind that holds them,
Then push back towards the salted sand.
This marsh untended, the dark too deep to pierce -
All things outside the body are encumbrances.
The lily’s mouth slides open, its knuckles drag
against the silted earth. The gulls fall silent,
the heron lifts his leg then stops mid-air.
The moon hovers over the soggy earth.
God is dressed as a women tonight, and
sits alone sipping expensive dram.
We, with heavy, clayed feet hum
Our warm wet breath into the Holy Mount.