Thursday, September 12, 2013

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)


Guy said...

Hi Cate

What a lovely poem.


Mystic Meandering said...


Nan said...

Such wonderful words. I love 'the random pattern of continuance' - so perfect. Your photo is beautiful.

Claire said...

Love the poem! Autumn light through leaves is very like stained glass...

Tabor said...

Enough and we so rarely realize that!