The Hidden Closeness

by Cynthia Scodova



But you, Lord, are near to me,

  and you are trustworthy in all your precepts.

                                                                 Psalm 118

The soul selects her beauty

then swings open 

wide the doors;

inviting and gracious

more 

or less.

Yet, sometimes the stunning

comes

swooping in, 

startling,

like the great, 

gray-ivory wings

of the blue heron,

shaking the wind,

like a snap of sail

out of the unexpected

moment

and lush crescendo
of summer:

Continue reading at Cynthia's blog The Mad-Eyed Monk.