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The Blossoming Vine
Out of the silence a music is welling-
I sing and sway in the dance.
The dreams of my sorrow are crying and weeping,
But the flame of my passion leaps high.
See them take wing with the flight of the skylarks-
They circle the earth to the clouds-
But the perfume scents the rose where it lingers,
While her head must repose among thorns.
For I live in a vine that is greater than my life-
I grow like a leaf or a flower,
Through my tears, and my sighs,
And my long suffering nights,
My love sings of joy to my spirit,
And I burst into bloom and rejoice.
I shall blossom and sing there forever
Of the gladness deep down in my roots-
The wonder, the pain, and the beauty,
The labour, the rest, and the harvest.
And the dew that falleth in April
Shall come down where I lie
All so still.
Sr. Giles (C) 2006
Edited
05/12/2008
Br Andrew EFO |
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