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Tuesday, September 10, 2013


By Cynthia Scodova

Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad,
  let the sea and its fullness resound.
The fields will rejoice, and all that is in them,
  all the trees of the woods will rejoice
  at the Lord’s presence – for he comes...
                                                                                     Psalm 96

                                  You are beautiful, my beloved,
                                  easing into
                                  the long bed of night;
                                  deep-indigo, star-dust satin
                                  you brighten
                                  each morning.

                                  Your light becoming
                                  what it touches:
                                  peridot pastures torching
                                  the uncontainable lines of heaven and earth;

                                  the fire rings of maples
                                  opening fists of rubies,
                                  citrines and sapphires,
                                  hues on hues of garnets
                                  scattering like broken necklaces
                                  across the blue-silver
                                  floors of the autumn air--
                                          our hearts seasons and solstices.

Continue reading Cynthia' poem at  The Mad-Eyed Monk.

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