Tuesday, November 12, 2013

a cloistered life


Let me take
cloistered life
a garden sealed
with course and grit
let stand
at a gate kissed
no more
key 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
 
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
copyrighted 2013

12 comments:

  1. perfect
    may God take our words
    use them for His glory

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  2. i 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.....

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    1. Simple and focused. Hard in this complicated world...bkm

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  3. I keep re-reading each line and each time that I do I feel something different...something that speaks to me. Very good write.

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    1. Thank you Laura I am glad it speaks to you. We are always in search of our true self ... It ever changes... bkm

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  4. I was taught by nuns throughout my school years... I always wondered who they really were and what they thought... this captures them so well.

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  5. Thank you Patrica.. I considered this life when young... It appears more appealing as I get older...bkm

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  6. Beautiful, the words sing. Like stepping back into a classic piece.

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  7. This is gorgeous work, both poignant and melancholy in tone. Each descriptive stanza takes the soul closer to isolation from the world.

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  8. Like a prayer or a song sung low...whispered.

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