How swiftly the willows burst forth their green cascades As if they overslept in winter's arms And hurriedly dress to greet the bride of Spring. And those whom death has severed in their bloom, Can we reborn to beauty know rebirth In vernal splendour with the beloved lost? Remember us earth in the grasses we have sown. In summer's intense caress can we renew The flame of life that burned so brightly then? O sacred soil remember us in the trees. As Autumn captivates the hearts of men And forests glow like fires in the dawn Can we who knew each subtle shade of love, The coloured wings of passion and desire, The soft-white calm of peace in unstained days, The innumerable seasons of our lives Renew beyond death's reach our journeying? Or is death and separation but a myth And we carried in the seasons move Inexorably in God-experience And know ourselves in stone, in plant, in soil, Evolving in the atom and the cell, Unconquered by time, undaunted by the Abyss, To taste experience and sup on joy. O sky remember us, beneath thy dome We have toiled and lived and grew in love And found through pain a oneness with all life. O world unite us in thy rapture's dance.
Poems 2003 (33)
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