Gratitude for the Creation

Shared by Rev. Dr. Sid Hall, 
Poem by Diane di Prima.

O Lady
the hem of whose garment
is the sky, whose grace
falls from her glance, who gives
life from the touch of one finger
O Lady
whose hair is the willow, whose breath
is the river song, who lopes
thru the milky way, baying, stars
going out, O
Lady whose death shed hols a thousand eyes
eye sockets black imploded stars, who trails
frail as a northern virgin on the mist, O
Lady fling your bright drops to us, emblems
of your love, throw
your green scarf on the battered earth once more
O smile, disrobe for us, unveil
your eyes

 

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From the book, Loba (1973). 
More about Diane in this documentary.