Thursday, November 10, 2011

Thursday Poem - Unchurched

It’s Earth that breathes around us,
so perilous in its comforts,
so perfect in impermanence.

Autumnal sun streams through
these yellow maple leaves
translucent as stained glass.

The ground beneath my feet
is strewn with pine cones, acorns.
The random pattern of continuance.

Etched columns of pine and oak.
Incense of resin and fungi.
Great glacial stones for altars.

High winds and choirs of
minor breezes, the whispering hush.
It is the Sabbath. It is enough.

Dolores Stewart
from The Nature of Things
(printed here with the kind permission of the author)

Dolores Stewart is one of the finest and most thoughtful poets writing today, and her second collection of poems, The Nature of Things was recently published by Bellowing Ark Press.  Every offering in the volume is a treasure - it was difficult to choose a single poem from it for this week's selection.


Cindy said...

Absolutely lovely. Nature is my temple, my holy ground, my shrine, the place I bow my head when humbled by the beauty of this world.

Tabor said...

Another book of poetry to add to my collection. Lovely photo as always.

Mystic Meandering said...

"unchurched" - yet perfectly radiant with Divine Light! :) Beauteous...

Guy said...

Hi Cate

A lovely poem and a wonderful photo to go with it. I love the light thru the yellow leaves.