Friday, December 15, 2017

the miraculous comes so close


Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold,
Death’s great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?

By day, from the surrounding woods,
cherries blow summer into town;
at night the deep transparent skies
glitter with new galaxies.

And the miraculous comes so close
to the ruined, dirty houses –
something not known to anyone at all,

but wild in our breast for centuries. 

image: here


Claire said...

this is beautiful - thankyou!

Lydia said...

Wonderful post. I am renewed being here again after too long.