Flathead Lake, Montana
“Christ plays in ten thousand places” –G. M. Hopkins
Lying here on the short grass, I am
a bowl for sunlight.
Silence. A bee. The lip of water
over stones. The swish and slap, hollow
under the dock. Down-shore
a man sawing wood.
Christ in the sunshine laughing
through the green translucent wings
of maple seeds. A bird
resting its song on two notes.
~Luci Shaw
Luci Shaw is one my favorite poets. Her images delight and surprise me and her poems often teach me or, better yet, remind me of truths I once knew but had forgotten.
The poetry round-up is over at a wrung sponge.
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