To go with Diane’s gorgeous photo, here’s today’s poem: O Oriens, by Malcolm Guite First light and then first lines along the east To touch and brush a sheen of light on water As though behind the sky itself they traced The shift and shimmer of another river Flowing unbidden from its hidden source; The Day-Sprig, the eternal Prima Vera. Blake saw it too. Dante and Beatrice Are bathing in it now, away upstream … So every trace of light begins a grace In me, a beckoning. The smallest gleam Is somehow a beginning and a calling: “Sleeper awake, the darkness was a dream For you will see the Dayspring at your waking, Beyond your long last line the dawn is breaking.’

Posted by Heidi Truty at 2021-12-21 23:19:28 UTC