In the Garden of God

     We were in California last week saying our sweet bye and byes to my husband's dear mother. She passed away early this morning.

This is one of her favorite hymns:

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and he talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him,
though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go, thro' the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me, and he talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Exposure

Exposure

We have climbed higher than the peak of the Greeks

and left Olympus in the shade

of our doric deeds.

No need to plead the Panoply

for favor;

Psyche is the only queen we do allow

Carouse with her issue

Swell her sanctum sanctorum with our progeny
Render casual oblations of blood.

Ah, but we are cozened;

It is our own heart’s juice we sprinkle on the

altered altar of indifference.

                                                                 ~ Nib of Nib's End ~

    It is possible that many who read this poem will not understand my allusions to ancient Greek mythology and culture, in which case, my symbolism may then be too obscure to appreciate its meaning. This is a poem about abortion and infanticide, a deeply felt grief I carry in my heart for our nation. I suppose it could set off a firestorm of opinions both informed and uninformed dueling for preeminence, but that is not my intention.

     I had this seed of a feeling, that budded into a thought, that blossomed into a poem I couldn’t ignore. In the end, it ripened into a blog post. It is the nature of inspiration.

     "I believed the poets; it is they who utter wisdom from the central deep, and, listening to the inner flow of things, speak to the age out of eternity."

                                                                        ~ James Russell Lowell ~