I was recently at an event where there was a speaker sharing his personal experience and perspective about how poetry impacted his life and the lives of others. He asked us to look at ourselves in the mirror and find the words both within ourselves and through the words of others experience life.
While admittedly, I didn’t have an alignment to his delivery or energy, I did receive his message. Today, I’ll go back into the archives to find a poem and share this with you.
World’s Window
Looking through the Paine
the world stares back at me, as if I, were its guide.
Needing change, comfort , uniqueness
People walk with heads full of jargon Routine & isolated.
Far from what they want, Truth.
Tear off those bonds that hold us, run through the fields of the tall grass.
The warm sun.. Falling backward knowing we’ll be caught.
Hoping doesn’t let you lean.
Swaying doesn’t let you fall.
Diving only chances pain..
Trusting after a fall …. A test worth taking.
I don’t know.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s. Chapter 1
O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your love is better than wine,
your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.
Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Ke’dar,like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my own vineyard I have not kept!
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
I compare you, my love, to a mare of Pharaoh’s chariots.
Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-ge’di.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;
the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.
This is just chapter 1 of 8. The psalms are poems that stand the test of time and wisdom. This is just a sample of this that is a gift to humankind.
Shalom and Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers. They give life and light to the human world.