Let me take
cloistered lifea garden sealed
with course and grit
let stand
at a gate kissed
no morekey now taken
from life's worldly door
Oh, Let me sing
my vespers sweet
to cut, to bury
my long brown hair
cupped in chapel wall
I weep
in words so faint
too solemn air
too solemn air
Oh, Let my soul, my god
my muse
walk a path same
and straight
and let them write
beyond vast shore
horizons
passed in quiet grace
as life that was
is now no more, and
names that were
have been erased
bkmackenzie
and let them write
beyond vast shore
horizons
passed in quiet grace
as life that was
is now no more, and
names that were
have been erased
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013
perfect
ReplyDeletemay God take our words
use them for His glory
Thank you Firefly...bkm
Deletei like the progression of this bk...how freeing it feels in the end...there is an appeal to such a life...a solitary focused life.....
ReplyDeleteSimple and focused. Hard in this complicated world...bkm
DeleteI keep re-reading each line and each time that I do I feel something different...something that speaks to me. Very good write.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura I am glad it speaks to you. We are always in search of our true self ... It ever changes... bkm
DeleteI was taught by nuns throughout my school years... I always wondered who they really were and what they thought... this captures them so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you Patrica.. I considered this life when young... It appears more appealing as I get older...bkm
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, the words sing. Like stepping back into a classic piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ginny for you comments...bkm
DeleteThis is gorgeous work, both poignant and melancholy in tone. Each descriptive stanza takes the soul closer to isolation from the world.
ReplyDeleteLike a prayer or a song sung low...whispered.
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