Monday, June 23, 2014

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning’s early light,
meadow lark on the rise
cotoneaster, feverfew,
wild thyme and bramble rose.

Step by step, each to each
to where the other goes:
hymnals and unison
seated in rows.
And I who walk behind them
to the valley down below
must trust in common wonders
and hope that it might be so.

Noonday shadows at their feet
mistle thrush in the hedge
hillsides and riversides,
saxifrage and sedge.

Pace by pace, side by side
each trusting in the way:
parables and stories
in the highest light of day.
And I who walk behind them
to the valley down below
must hope for common wonders
and trust that it might be so.

Shadows of the afternoon,
fieldfare and sage
measure out the silence
of another time, another age.

Tread by tread, step by step
each timing with the other:
sister blesses sister soul, 
brother blesses brother.
And I who walk behind them
to the valley down below
must pray for common wonders
and hope that it might be so.

Twilight shadows lengthen
with the evening’s lowering sun:
veiled shades and violet shades
as the long day is done.

Step by step, each to each
to where the other leads:
beatitudes and blessings,
miracles in the meads.
And those who walk behind me
to the valley down below
place trust in common wonders
and know that it will be so.



Painting Sunday Morning by Angelo Morbelli

2 comments:

  1. "Step by step, each to each

    to where the other leads:

    beatitudes and blessings,

    miracles in the meads.

    And those who walk behind me

    to the valley down below

    place trust in common wonders

    and know that it will be so."

    I walk behind you, trusting in common wonders
    and know that it will be so. Such love and
    presence emanates from this lovely, deep,
    and heartfelt poem Emma. I am very, very
    touched. Thank You! I feel your light.




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    1. Thank you so much, dear Phyllis!

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