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...
You are beautiful, my beloved,
the long bed of night;
deep-indigo, star-dust satin
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.