Some years ago, a friend of mine painted a picture which I absolutely loved. This painting stayed in my mind’s eye until I finally had to write about it. The result was the following poem. The painting was a mixture of colours and marks, forms and shapes but with a shining overall beauty that made it into one glorious image. For me, it captured the loveliness that is all around us.
HERE IS THE TRUE GLORY
Here is the true glory of the world.
Here, in the little fluting birds,
In the first quiet gifts of grass and herbs
Love gave to us.
Here lies the true glory.
If you have never seen it, or seeing it, dismissed it,
Let this great carnival of green and gold,
Of sunlight and arched shadow,
Of leaves and trees and branches invite you in
Until you are captivated, seized, submerged and drowned
In the worlds created for us,
As freed by the beauty of the sunflower
As we are set free by the grace of love.
Here, in the sunny alfalfa and rye,
In the corn grass and blue grass,
In the little quaking grass,
Lie our little quaking hearts, stunned, half weeping, half fainting,
Before this certain proof of love’s existence.
Parsley, dill, mint and marjoram,
Sweet herbs foaming like a green sea,
Yellow flowered and sharp scented,
Given to seam the earth with fine roots,
Thin as cotton,
Unbreakable as purpose and meaning,
Sewing and pleating the world together,
Setting an example of love.
From our places, from the minarets and spires,
The domes and spaces of these earthly temples
Wherein we live,
Where what we are is cocooned and opposed to change,
Resolute and unchanging, we resist love.
Yet only through love can we be changed,
To send our voices fluting like birds,
Leaping and rising, soaring up to the giver
Of sweet grasses and herbs.
We leap up! We leap up!
Knowing what we are
But wanting what we could be.
Giver of herbs and grasses, make us what we should be.
© GWEN GRANT.