ANGEL II

An oneiric Light parted the darkness,
spoke so gentle, that it
soothed the very air it touched.
"What would you know, forlorn young
mystic, blind to the spate of
wonders that is your earthly life?

The light of stars long extinguished 
illumines your night, as you
stifle the flame of self-belief. Each birth
and death forges you anew,
as each moment, season and journey.
Are such not miracles?
This immense vehicle was fashioned 
for your enrichment, for learning
and reverence of Nature’s ways.

Pilgrims yearning for realms of eternal 
quiet must first love the dust
that cast their vessels, climb the
highest mountain, ere they would reach
beyond the bounds of flesh and bone. 
Seek the hidden and arduous,
ere you prepare for peaceful repose.

Naught remains beyond its appointed 
season, now the gold sun, 
anon, gold leaves, prelude to Earth's 
silver-clad slumber. Tend not
your sorrow, nor mourn your solitude,
for quiescence dwells therein
and purifies its spaces. Does new life
not form in the womb’s dark seclusion?
Your own heart first stirred in
its lonely confines, your spirit was hewn
in a void between worlds.

Seek my voice in the folds of the wind, for
it shall calm the clamour
in your soul. The waters carve my purport
in rocks and sand, breezes,
upon the clouds, the stars, upon the ether.
All Earth once spoke my tongue;
this, man has not lost, merely forsaken.
This, I would have you ensoul."

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: ANGEL

Source: galleryhip.com

Artist: Abbott Handerson Thayer