A Poem For Today - Matins

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Matins

Unreachable father, when we were first
exiled from heaven, you made
a replica, a place in one sense
different from heaven, being
designed to teach a lesson: otherwise
the same—beauty on either side, beauty
without alternative— Except
we didn't know what was the lesson. Left alone,
we exhausted each other. Years
of darkness followed; we took turns
working the garden, the first tears
fill our eyes as earth
misted with petals, some
dark red, some flesh colored—
We never thought of you
whom we were learning to worship.
We merely knew it wasn't human nature to love
only what returns love.

—from The Wild Iris, by Louise Gluck

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the exile is between our ears

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[thel juarez]

Love these lines.  Thanks Ken!

"we took turns
working the garden, the first tears
fill our eyes as earth
misted with petals,"

hugs all around,

thelma

". . .  true wisdom is not communicated through books or speeches--true wisdom is found in the depths of your consciousness,  just as true love is found in the depths of your heart."  Excerpt from " The Healing of Suffering" by SILO.  

pls. visit: www.convergenceofcultures.org
               www.thelmarjuarez.blogspot.com

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[Marvin Glass]

Ken: Another beauty! I recently discovered Louise Gluck, A lovely

dark-haired beauty, tormented and apocrafull, like Sylvia Plath and

Ann Sexton, no stranger to life's pains; so deeply personal also. this

was the stuff these early women poets were writing about. It must

have unnerved a lot of folks.  Thanks for including it.  As ever, Marvin