Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Lace on the Altar

There is a covering of lace on the altar.
When I kneel there, supplicant, beggar
Not wholly myself
I follow the whorls with my eyes
See the single, double, treble
Of the crocheted steps
See the tiny pieces
Making a whole.
When I rise, back straight , stomach in
I think of delicate strings singing on
bobbins,
Falling over each other to create
This bit of angel wing and cloud tuft.

9 comments:

  1. love this song of the delicate strings..

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  2. This is so beautiful...I agree with Sumana, I too love this song of delicate strings. This is a moving hymn sung through lace. Thanks for writing!

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  3. Really, lovely! In my opinion, an example of "perfect" poetry = of a moment-in-time beautifully captured in detail.

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  4. That last line is so beautiful.

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  5. I love "this bit of angel wing and cloud tuft".

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  6. ... exquisite as the lace covering the alter.

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  7. Beautiful--bobbins tumbling over each other! Even the parts not wholly myself create beauty.

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  8. Ahhh! I like "...falling over each other to create..." I enjoyed to entire creation. How do I follow your blog?

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  9. I like the image of singing bobbins ~

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