December 24, 2011

It's sort of like a riddle....

Your voice speaks:

In my arms I still carry flowers from the wilderness, the dew on my hair is from the valleys of the dawn of humankind.

I have prayers that the meadows lend an ear to, I know how storms are tempered, how water is blest.

I carry in my womb the secrets of the desert, on my head the noble web of ancient thought.

For I am mother to all Earth’s children: why do you scorn me, world, when my Heavenly Father makes me so great?

Behold, in my long-vanished generations still kneel, and out of my soul many pagans shine toward the infinite.

I lay hidden in the temples of their Gods, I was darkly present in the sayings of their wise men.

I was on the towers with their star-gazers, I was with the solitary women on whom the spirit descended.

I was the desire of all times, I was the light of all times, I am the fullness of all times.

I am their great union, I am their eternal oneness. I am the way of all their ways, on me the millennia are drawn to God.

      ~ Gertrude von le Fort

Happy Christmas to you all! I hope Santa is kind.

Posted by John Weidner at December 24, 2011 6:52 PM
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