a poem: “when from your bed you make ready to rise...”
Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.
WHEN from your bed you make ready to rise
and sleep shake from your dreamy eyes
may the dawn enfold you in its soft embrace
the Sun caress your shining morning face
and the angels watch o’er you from above
your brimming heart run over with love
today the morning air is gentle, soft
the nighttime rolls up like a scroll aloft
the songbirds weave their tapestry of sound
their music mantle floats above the ground
nature spirits unfold a carpet green
that stitch by stitch, was weft by hands unseen
to herald the coming Angel of the Day
who from the East bursts forth as trumpets bray
all these wonders: may they greet you, yea
even if I myself no longer may
how, being spurned can one still love, you ask?
to learn to love beyond us is our task
how can I love you, having been so unkind?
now I love with love that’s more than mine
Reading this first thing as I made ready to leave my bed set an intention of gratitude for the day. Thank you
“I love with Love, that’s more than mine.”
And peace then in my heart doth reign.
And silence in my soul doth grow.
As light is breath within my being,
Christ’s Illumine dawns in my seeing.