Uriel's Token

 

'Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.'   
Song of Songs

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

To capture images
of a summer garden
is like culling fruit 
to preserve and savour
parade on the screen-shelf
fit for winter, when sap drains
colour shrinks from truant sun,
and the fulsome songs of birds
and fevered insects are muted


This once was
and will be again
an ever-amplified rebirth
 

Though sticks of winter
cringe in silent frost
bones ache in cruel winds
that claw at heartbeats
and circumvent the frame
cocooned in quilting,
the Archangel of Summer
will one day appear 
and reveal his abiding realm

 

©RosyCole2019 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Tree Of Life

 

A poem for the season of Ascension and Pentecost...

 

 

Like whispering silk, the elm

Like Bridal Veil the birch

The Groom is gone...the Groom is come!

His Body is the Church

 

The Marriage Bond aspires

to realms beyond closed doors

A new vocabulary transcends

Past covenantal laws

 

Like Eden's fruit, the Vine

Transplanted now in Heaven's Acre

Wind whistles through the golden pine

Like tongues of fire, the sanguine acer

 

 

 

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Mirror Moon

 

Image courtesy of the Academy of Classical Design, Glendale Springs 

 

Mystic moon,
riding voiles of dusk
earth hangs deathly still
in the light of your
seed of honesty
you calibrate years
in bakers' dozens
turning tides within
and oceans onshore
never begotten
though not for want of
moonshine and wishing

Mirror moon,
you hide the far side
while the world reflects
in your rear view glass
craving salvation
O moon, is it time?

 

 Image courtesy of David Vickery, Courthouse Gallery, Ellsworth, Maine

 

 

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Lift Thine Eyes

 

Bridal Procession on Hardanger Fiord - Hans Gude (with a little assistance from Adolph Tidemand).

 

 

Lift thine eyes, O lift thine eyes,
behold the mountain's crown,
heed not a frailty of craft,
rough rocks and storms that drown

Above the tumult of blind strife,
there lies a clearer sphere,
where angels weave a tapestry
from sunlit shadows here

That's from whence our help shall come,
a guide through life's defiles
to heaven's Revelation,
the Hope of misty miles

 

 

Into the Light - Hans Gude (with a little assistance from Adolph Tidemand).

Verses based on Psalm 121

Art: Hans Gude, Norwegian Romantic landscape painter, March 13, 1825 - August 17, 1903

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