BEAUTY III

Deft as the Fates, she plies her fingers,

her steps tracing the sacred circle,

drawing swivelling, swanlike strands

from each violet dusk and coral dawn.

Dreams and despair, joy and grief,

minutiae and immensities, she gleans

from the heart of every life:

The priestess' mellifluous incantation,

the ploughman's weary tread, 

frosted leaves, dewy coronets, Spring's

amble through glens atremble,

Summer's death throes, the minstrel's

gentlest tune, the slayer's imprecation,

man's toil, his leisured pursuits.

Silver strings, bright and tarnished alike,

she lays along the springlike Goddess'

vivifying varicoloured archway,

looping freshened yarn upon the cusps

of yonder blessed pearly crescent, 

for Truth shall complect these with her

own sublime threads.

Thus the Daughters of Time ally, for to

work Earth's chronicle into His

cosmic fabric, a veil of miracles woven

from evanescence that breathes

the worthiest of every earth and sky,

anointed with luminous thanksgiving,

a fitting garment for Eternity.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE SPIRIT OF THE RAINBOW (edited)

Source: nevsepic.com.ua

Artist: Henry Mosler