Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Unread

I close my eyes and try
to approach the throne of God, but in my mind
I see gilt leaves and brocade.
No God that made me
would ever sit there

like the pair of cardinals
on my backyard fence.
In them, I sense something holy;
holy enough for a dozen white dress Sundays.
I offer them shreds for their mulberry nest
and leave the rest

of the paper unread.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

28 comments:

Wolfsrosebud said...

we all seem to have our own ideas about God... best to know Him through His Creation... thoughtful read

Fireblossom said...

I find the Divine in nature, too.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this, especially the offering of shreds for their mulberry nest!!!!

Sylvia K said...

Ah, I feel the same as Fireblossom and you and find the Divine in nature as well. Great words, as always!!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Love the thoughts in this Mama Zen. How we see God is not always how we expect. It is not a lightening crash, but the hovering of a hummingbird. :-)

wkkortas said...

Someone wrote that God and the devil are out watching the sparrow, which apparently leaves the cardinals to you, Tightly built, thoughtful and elegant.

georgeplaceblog said...

I'm with Sherry. Those lines jumped out at me, too.

angieinspired said...

I like that you point to the creator by observing creation.

Jazzbumpa said...

I like what Carrie said.

If there is a god, I'm quite sure it bears no resemblance to what all the major religions suggest.

namaste
jzb

Sioux said...

I love the playful inclusion of cardinals...

Gail said...

Oh, my! You reached into my soul and pulled out the words. "...I sense something holy; holy enough for a dozen white dress Sundays." Nature does that!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Amen to this! I am right there with you!

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Good use of the newspaper, good way to God.

blueoran said...

Who wrote the Book of Love? Or the Bible? Obviously (to the birds, at least), the clueless ones ... When agnostic or atheists struggle with AA's notion of a higher power, it's suggested that they imagine depths they love and grow (down) with that. Works for me. Liturgy is just a defense against swimming.

Marian said...

There is something holy in them.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

your lines touch the soul

Outlawyer said...

Lovely--a wonderful irony in the Cardinals/Cardinals--when one thinks of the church and all the brocade--so a great contrast there--even the paper could many different kinds--

Great enjambment here, especially, MZ--and there's something for me particularly feminine in this poem--hard to imagine the God of a more traditional churchy vision creating women simply because of the way they are treated there. Thanks. k. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com) ( I just give up on blogger/wordpress coordination.) k.

Björn Rudberg said...

No books or anything else can be measured against the voices of the nature.. yes watching is enough.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm with you all the way on this one.

hedgewitch said...

The divine is never what we are told it is, but only where we can find it, unaware, red as a winter cardinal, and asking for nothing. I love the whole shape of this.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Absolutely brilliant, beautiful and fulfilling. ♥

grapeling said...

yes ~

Susie Clevenger said...

I see more of God in nature than I ever did from a pew.

Kim Nelson said...

Brilliant. Simply.

Helen said...

... I do my communing outdoors, wherever I happen to be. Message received, loud and clear.

Katy Magee said...

Yes!

Ella said...

Mother Nature is cheering right now and so am I.
I love the Red Cardinals and white Sunday dresses-stunning~
So, much wisdom in your poem!


my heart's love songs said...

for what, after all, is more holy than a creature that can fly?