May 20: Very Early Morning

Erin Hanson

May 20: Very Early Morning

All the field praises him/all

dandelions are his glory/gold

and silver all trilliums unfold

white flames above their trinities

of leaves all wild strawberries

and massed wood violets   reflect his skies–

clean blue and white

all brambles/all oxeyes

all stalks and stems lift to this light

all young windflower bells

tremble on hair

springs for his air’s

carillon touch/last year’s yarrow (raising

brittle star skeletons) tells

age is not past praising

all small low unknown

unnamed weeds show his impossible greens

all grasses sing

tone on clear tone

all mosses spread a spring–

soft velvet for his feet

and by all means

all leaves/buds/all flowers cup

jewels of fire and ice

holding up

to his kind morning heat

a silver sacrifice

now

make of our hearts a field

to raise your praise

Luci Shaw 

I can't get over that "make of our hearts a field". Now here's a poem that makes me instantly happy. Praise is a remarkable thing - it lifts and lightens the person praising, it changes things. Oh I can't even talk about this poem, I love it. 

 

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