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.
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9 comments:

  1. Sumana RoyMay 7, 2014 at 8:16 AM

    love this song of the delicate strings..

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  2. Susie ClevengerMay 7, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    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. MargaretMay 7, 2014 at 9:36 AM

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

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  4. Kathryn DycheMay 7, 2014 at 12:55 PM

    That last line is so beautiful.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyMay 8, 2014 at 9:41 AM

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

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  6. HelenMay 8, 2014 at 10:00 AM

    ... exquisite as the lace covering the alter.

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  7. SusanMay 8, 2014 at 10:18 PM

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

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  8. GailMay 10, 2014 at 8:45 PM

    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. AnonymousMay 12, 2014 at 11:43 PM

    I like the image of singing bobbins ~

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