Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 3, 2007 11:55:40 GMT -5
Prayer By The Wild Rose Bush
The hay lay steaming in the heat
And beat the very trees into submission.
I sit in the shade of a Hawthorn,
Where white wild rose twists its
Damaged leaves around the fence
And here I pray the mysteries and
Lay my troubles at His feet,
Repeat the rhythms of the words
That rock the restless soul to sleep.
And turning as the last Amen
Is whispered in the shimmering air,
Despair that the roses beauty
Is so flawed, so like our lives.
Bitten into holes and drying brown.
Round the leaf there creeps
A creature, spotted and glowing
Like a jewel- and then I knew
That through the flaws
The higher life can still be fed,
Instead of death, destruction,
There is life; and flaws of nature
So despised by man
Become the bread, the wine
By which the world is fed.
No thought so ugly, and no word
Spoken in anger, barbed to hurt
Cannot be taken to His feet
In sorrow and unpicked, rewoven
Into our life’s long learning.
Yearning will not make us perfect.
Only when we leave this world,
We shall be made perfect in Him.
PAULINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The hay lay steaming in the heat
And beat the very trees into submission.
I sit in the shade of a Hawthorn,
Where white wild rose twists its
Damaged leaves around the fence
And here I pray the mysteries and
Lay my troubles at His feet,
Repeat the rhythms of the words
That rock the restless soul to sleep.
And turning as the last Amen
Is whispered in the shimmering air,
Despair that the roses beauty
Is so flawed, so like our lives.
Bitten into holes and drying brown.
Round the leaf there creeps
A creature, spotted and glowing
Like a jewel- and then I knew
That through the flaws
The higher life can still be fed,
Instead of death, destruction,
There is life; and flaws of nature
So despised by man
Become the bread, the wine
By which the world is fed.
No thought so ugly, and no word
Spoken in anger, barbed to hurt
Cannot be taken to His feet
In sorrow and unpicked, rewoven
Into our life’s long learning.
Yearning will not make us perfect.
Only when we leave this world,
We shall be made perfect in Him.
PAULINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED