Bad Grass
03-17-2012, 10:53 PM
Out of starlight ember
upon the grass
dew of day beneath my feet
Afford me scents
of mingled fragrance
O that scent
neither hither oak
nor yonder poplar
But the scent of the Lord only
luring me outward
even to the field that I may pray
O Lord, what wilt thou have me do? As the breath of day is sure once more, so is my countenance foundering, becoming humble and empty. Pour into it thy will, that it may be filled.
And the Lord answered, Thy countenance is moved not. Thou sayest fill it. But I say to thee, it has been filled.
O Lord, how can my countenance be filled, even as I yearn?
He said, How knowest thou the measure of thy countenance? Have I not said to thee, it has been filled?
Yea Lord, thou hast said. Then I beseech thee: compromise me that I may know thy will.
Then said he, O faithful child, thou believest thy countenance is empty, insomuch thou seekest my will. Dost thou believe I would part from thee?
Yea Lord.
He said, Wipe thine eyes Sibelle. I will not part from thee.
O holy one, blest have I been. To my birth hast thou been with me. To every day, on the morn, thou didst walk with me. On this day, I fear I have failed thee, for thou hast bestowed upon me an eyes that I may see even unto morrow, to which is my falter;
On yesternight, I dreamt a horror; the cries before me a fright. But my vision fled from me and I could see them not. I could only hear their voices, those that are dead, hitherto and thitherto;
Lest thou wouldest part from me, why have mine eyes failed me and why have mine ears heard them O Lord? To them whom I know not nor whence they come?
upon the grass
dew of day beneath my feet
Afford me scents
of mingled fragrance
O that scent
neither hither oak
nor yonder poplar
But the scent of the Lord only
luring me outward
even to the field that I may pray
O Lord, what wilt thou have me do? As the breath of day is sure once more, so is my countenance foundering, becoming humble and empty. Pour into it thy will, that it may be filled.
And the Lord answered, Thy countenance is moved not. Thou sayest fill it. But I say to thee, it has been filled.
O Lord, how can my countenance be filled, even as I yearn?
He said, How knowest thou the measure of thy countenance? Have I not said to thee, it has been filled?
Yea Lord, thou hast said. Then I beseech thee: compromise me that I may know thy will.
Then said he, O faithful child, thou believest thy countenance is empty, insomuch thou seekest my will. Dost thou believe I would part from thee?
Yea Lord.
He said, Wipe thine eyes Sibelle. I will not part from thee.
O holy one, blest have I been. To my birth hast thou been with me. To every day, on the morn, thou didst walk with me. On this day, I fear I have failed thee, for thou hast bestowed upon me an eyes that I may see even unto morrow, to which is my falter;
On yesternight, I dreamt a horror; the cries before me a fright. But my vision fled from me and I could see them not. I could only hear their voices, those that are dead, hitherto and thitherto;
Lest thou wouldest part from me, why have mine eyes failed me and why have mine ears heard them O Lord? To them whom I know not nor whence they come?