Saiom Shriver

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.

He needn't reach the stars..
stars' light reaches him..
He needn't climb to God.
Inside him .. Elohim.

He needn't reach the stars..
stars' light reaches him..
He needn't climb to God.
Inside him .. Elohim.

How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.

How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.