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A Woman’s Beloved, By Marguerite Wilkinson

art found at Visions Fine Art Gallery - Sedona Arizona http://goo.gl/96Pcvh ©JiaLu TO what shall a woman liken her beloved, And with what shall she compare him to do him honor? He is like the close-folded new leaves of the woodbine, odorless, but sweet, Flushed with a new and swiftly rising life, Strong to grow and give glad shade in summer. Even thus should a woman’s beloved shelter her in time of anguish. And he is like the young robin, eager to try his wings, For within soft-stirring wings of the spirit has she cherished him, And with the love of the mother bird shall she embolden him, that his flight may avail. A woman’s beloved is to her as the roots of the willow, Long, strong, white roots, bedded lovingly in the dark. Into the depths of her have gone the roots of his strength and of his pride, That she may nourish him well and become his fulfilment. None may tear him from the broad fields where he is planted! A woman’s beloved is like the sun rising upon the waters, making the dark places light, And like the morning melody of the pine trees. Truly, she thinks the roses die joyously If they are crushed beneath his feet. A woman’s beloved is to her a great void that she may illumine, A great king that she may crown, a great soul that she may redeem. And he is also the perfecting of life, Flowers for the altar, bread for the lips, wine for the chalice. You that have known passion, think not that you have fathomed love. It may be that you have never seen love’s face. For love thrusts aside storm-clouds of passion to unveil the heavens, And, in the heart of a woman, only then is love born. To what shall I liken a woman’s beloved, And with what shall I compare him to do him honor? He is a flower, a song, a struggle, a wild storm, And, at the last, he is redemption, power, joy, fulfilment and perfect peace.

Mira Gestorum*

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My  music drips  from the corners of your smile

 over my restless mind tonight

My winged verses

ascend towards the setting light

as it grows misty and dim

before it turns into a night

falling soft and cold over your  thought

Oh... the wonders of thy deeds...

The ways you love me 

omnipresent 

the journey inside my flesh

the end of your journey, me...

My heart

- naked under your inquisitive eyes  -

decorated with ornaments of silver and gold

ribbons of desire,

stars of wanting

My old mind of Sarah in labor-

I laughed when i thought "it can't be done!"

Now I feel the pain of birth

as every silent  verse comes to life

taking the first breath screaming your name

I open my mouth

and yet I cannot speak 

between us only the sweet silence after

thin like spider's web

a whisper caressing every pore of your skin 

in awe

in admiration, singing...

Thou art my miracle...

This music slides from the corners of your smile

Is it a symphony?

Is it a song?

my idolatrous obsession

a footstep paused between right and wrong

I paint  your face with my every word

i paint you with silk caresses over your body,

dandelions swirl in your every  kiss 

on your lips rests a constellation

And me

- the poor and once disappointed me -

Now  I open my lips

as they become full of spirit

Soon the night lowers her veils 

to bring me the passion

and the warm softness of you

and the cocoon of your arms

where I nest - humming

A hymn praising

the wonders of thy deeds...  

*Literally means "the wonder of thy deeds" and comes from the Hymnus in Ioannem,  verses in honour of John the Baptist written in Horatian  Sapphics by Paulus Diaconus, the eighth century Lombard historian. The first syllable of each hemistich (half line of verse) has given its name to a successive note.

The first stanza is: 

Ut queant laxis

 resonare fibris, 

Mira gestorum

 famuli tuorum,

 Solve polluti 

labii reatum,  

Sancte Iohannes.

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A prayer

 

photo by ©luyu

"Thank you for enemies Lord, for they drive me back to you in prayer.

Thank you God for your sun that rises on everyone.

May it bring warmth and comfort to my enemies today.

Bless them Lord.  Heal the hurts in their lives just as you heal mine.

Give me the grace to show your love to them today.

Thank you God for this rain that you have sent to quench your earth.

May it quench the thirst of my enemies today.

Bless them Lord.  And as you have forgiven me,

May your Spirit give me the grace I need to forgive my enemies today.

Thank you for these tangible reminders that your grace is bestowed on all.

And when the pain of hurt and hatred begin to overwhelm me,

and I consider seeking solace in resentment and revenge,

may your Holy Spirit direct me to the only place I can receive true comfort

and healing - in your loving embrace.  Amen"

Roberta Hiday, Spiritual Director

Sequim, Washington

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2014!