Sirius visited last night,
trailing the Pleiades and Orion,
awakening me
to a sacred manuscript
etched in darkness,
of Earth alive,
moving gracefully
into the depths
of God’s imagination.
Sirius visited last night,
trailing the Pleiades and Orion,
awakening me
to a sacred manuscript
etched in darkness,
of Earth alive,
moving gracefully
into the depths
of God’s imagination.
…according to purpose and sacred design.
First night in my new home, there it was! In place, on time, perfect splendour. Orion is the lover of all who have plied the great oceans
under sail.
On this first sighting–an annual event privately sacred to me–I wept
for a joy I do not wholly understand. Now, I weep again just to manage
to share this deepest feeling in the safe harbour of your blogspot, Don.
More…more…is unspeakable, my cheeks awash.
We are all one… thanks for this beautiful reminder.
Nice…
Thanks Don,
I love the way words flow through you…
Pure beauty, your words in my mind.
Thank you….
For many years on December 5th I have had a rebirth day and each brings a reminder of who I am and we are. Thank you Don for a poet’s perfect winter gift.