RAINE REFLECTIONS

Earthly Saints

 

The cool air drinks the sunlight
Like the saints of miseries
A plaster heart beat in to scripture
From torn pages and histories
The balance is unscripted
With no visions fit to see
Broken moonlight in the heavens
And sweet parting mysteries
 
Like the phases of the moon
The shadows pass over thee
Another moment has come and drowned
To shifting tides and changing seas
Tears cast down from heaven
A dying pastor’s crying pleas
They splash upon the wounded ground
A bloody Eucharist for the trees

I have no need for paltry gods
When I see what I have seen
The beauty of the earth alone
Far better than a prophet’s dream
Our mother is the divinity
The earth and sky and sea
Feral in sweet creation
The only love there needs to be

© Christopher Raine

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