into every cup,
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light
and the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched lips
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
Art by Claire Beynon
Purely stunning dear ml… I am gobsmacked by both words and painting… And as always, warmed by the Light that pours through you… much love, Christine
I’m delighted Hafiz and Claire combined so well and resonated for you, dear C. And I’m warmed too – by your kind comment. May all the little Lifeboats “adrift on the Infinite Ocean” open their arms to the Light that shines on (and pours like rain) regardless … 🙂
Oh my, I thought the art was yours dear ml. 🙂 Didn’t see the credit at the end. So went to Claire’s link just now. Exquisite and Very Poignant! I love the imagery of these little open boats: receptive, floating peacefully on the Infinite Ocean, always filled with Light… And I love how It can’t be otherwise…
Feeling your delight and love, dear C 🙂
Beautiful Miriam, especially that last stanza!
Thanks for your comment Steve – I love that last stanza too – it’s a complete and very profound poem in itself …