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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


An unexpected morning.
After days of humid stormy heat
A perfect sky
Bluest blue.
A surprising coolness in the air
And the slightest of breezes
Raises the hair on my bare arms.
Yellow sunlight
Dances itself into a million shiny pieces on the canal
And warms the greens of treetops
And the mossy backs of turtles.

Craving endorphins and sweat
And grateful for the break in the weather
I open the gate to the towpath
Laces tied
Head down
Earbuds in place
Muscles warmed for my morning run.

But then
My playlist delivers an ancient motet
O Magnum Mysterium
O great mystery

Just as a wading white heron
Opens it wings and takes flight over the water.
And I stop
The coincidence of sound and sight so startling
That for a moment
I am unable to move
Breathless in its beauty.

O Magnum mysterium
Et admirabile sacramentum

O great mystery
Wondrous sacrament.

Here is the mystery, here is the wonder
Of this unexpected morning:
That the clearest of days and the giddiest of suns
And the whitest of birds in the bluest of skies
Can exist in tandem
With sickness and sadness
And that the smallest, sweetest hope 
Can rise from the heart’s sheltered solitude
as softly as a heron’s downy feather on the wind.

And here is the wondrous sacrament:
The Holy One appearing
Clothed in the splendid raiment
Of leaves and feathers, marsh reeds and ferns,
Transmuting darkness
into light again,
Despair into hope again.
The resurrection
Of light
and hope
and life
on this perfect
bluest sky

Submitted: October 21, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Darby Mackenzie Line. All rights reserved.

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Lots of organic truth here. Enjoyed!

Wed, October 21st, 2020 11:41pm

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