Let it be as it May,
She who tugs at our hearts and teases us with the promise of longer, warmer days,
Bathes us in baptisms
Chrismates us with Confirmations
Feeds us in Eucharists of plenty
Unites us in weddings
Initiates us in ordinations
Sends us forth in graduations
Confers upon us honors of great varieties
Weeps with us at endings
and ignites in our hearts hope of what might be made new
May seduces our senses
As buds burst forth their aromas,
Scenting us as though we were all gods and goddesses
She is lilacs and lily-of-the valley
Jonquils and daffodils
Tulips and plum blossoms
May clothes us in petals softer than lambs wool
Paler than an early moon
challenging couturiers far and near
May anoints the allergy prone
And enlivens the gardener
She is fresh mown lawns, singing the drone of motorcycles and mowers,
Tempting us with the first frozen custard of the season
May tugs at our hearts
Weasels her way into our cold weary flesh
And re-members us
as little less than the angels.
She is the very voice of the Divine,
reminding us that life is full to the very edge and beyond.
Let it be as it May…
Reblogged this on Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Beautiful, Nancie ❤
thank you Michael!