Spiritual Poetry

When Day Is Done

If the day is done,if birds sing no more,if the wind has flagged tired,then draw the veil of darkness thick…

8 months ago

Threshold

I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made…

8 months ago

The Unheeded Pageant

Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic?You have…

8 months ago

The Source

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has…

8 months ago

The Recall

The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.The night is dark now, and I call for her,…

8 months ago

The Merchant

Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is…

8 months ago

The Last Bargain

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.Sword in hand, the…

8 months ago

The Journey

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the…

8 months ago

The Gift

I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world.Our lives will be…

8 months ago

The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me

Free me from the bonds of yoursweetness, my love! Nor more of thiswine of kisses.This mist of heavy incense stiflesmy…

8 months ago