I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

19 March 2008

Sometimes I Want To Be

Sometimes I want to be alone and listening
to gardens by the church 
singing in yellow their tenor notes
and dotted with pink the sweet sopranos,
hymns on the evening air
calling in colours
against that great organ
thrumming in the background,
that rolling sea.

The birds getting ready for bed
chatter like children
as the wind whispers
a light-hearted prayer of its own.
The sun near its setting brightens the clouds
with a silvery edging
ahead of advancing rain.
And what are their prayers and chants,
these elements of God's kingdom?

They are thanks, they are thanks,
they are joyous thanks,
the carols of Life raising up
ecstatic voice at the end
of another living day.
Thanks for the day, the living,
the colours and songs, and now,
thanks for Your night
and the rest.

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008

19/3/08

Note: This is my contribution to the forthcoming WordsFlow zine on the theme of Thank You.

15 comments:

  1. nice...love how you bring the scene alive...there is so much music in nature if we take the time to listen..and it is there that i am often the most thankful

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  2. Yes, I would say we were very much in the same wave-length. I do go to church but confess many of my more sacred moments are found in nature.

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  3. creation singing its praising... lovely piece

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  4. This is a lovely prayerful write

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  5. Great scene you brought forth and sometimes that's all anyone wants, wonderful verse.

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  6. oh they sure have their music and sing their songs to us...in yellow and pink...love this rosemary..the corals of life..yes..

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  7. "They are thanks, they are thanks,
    they are joyous thanks..."
    Wonderful write...

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  8. So glad you all enjoyed this. I am Pagan so my church is outdoors, but these gardens were growing by a Christian church with a big, happy congregation who used to sing well. I would hear them and smile as I walked past. This was a day the church was empty, but it's perhaps not surprising I 'heard' Nature singing in joyous prayerfulness. :)

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  9. You've enlivened our world with this rendition of your native spirituality. Elevated it in a non-sentimental and refined way.

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  10. Lovely dance of color, sound and sensation, all worked together into a balanced and well-delivered poem. Really, the sense of being felt, more than an intellectual exercise, makes this sing the sweetest.

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  11. Dear Rosemary...

    yes every moment of our life is a note of thank... and the way you have brought out the scenery looks like that you have actually lived in the 'now' so consciously that you actually were able to see those birds, those little things that we usually don't... lovely verse...


    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html

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  12. Thank you, Shasti, for this thoughtful comment. I was deliberately listening to nature; it does have one be fully in the moment.

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  13. keep it up.
    always love your charming piece.

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