Thursday, June 20, 2013

Thursday Poem - Camas Lilies

Consider the lilies of the field,
the blue banks of camas
opening into acres of sky along the road.
Would the longing to lie down
and be washed by that beauty
abate if you knew their usefulness,
how the natives ground their bulbs
for flour, how the settlers' hogs
uprooted them, grunting in gleeful
oblivion as the flowers fell?

And you—what of your rushed
and useful life? Imagine setting it all down—
papers, plans, appointments, everything—
leaving only a note: "Gone
to the fields to be lovely. Be back
when I'm through with blooming."

Even now, unneeded and uneaten,
the camas lilies gaze out above the grass
from their tender blue eyes.
Even in sleep your life will shine.
Make no mistake. Of course
your work will always matter.
Yet Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.

Lyn Ungar
(from Blessing the Bread)

4 comments:

Tabor said...

Yep, we do. Lovely clarity on this one.

Dedri said...

Love this poem!

Thanks Cate!

Mystic Meandering said...

OMG - "Gone to the fields to be lovely. Be back when I'm through with blooming." Got goosebumps on that one:) If only I could! I would call it the contemplative life :) - which I hunger to live... I do get to live semi this way, so can't complain. :)

liliannattel said...

That photo, the beauty of it, takes my breath away.