8 months ago


Lauds for Low Sunday O

Lauds for Low Sunday O for the springtime wonder of April glory of dawn gliding down girders flame in the room O for the sleeper shaken so gently lifted in laughter wrapped in a rainbow freed from the tomb O for my sister I am the mourning dove singing a psalm tone holding in harmony joy against moan

O for my loved one I am the blossom greened into flower fruit of the harvest hope she has sown O for the friendship I am forget-me-nots buried in ashes covered with memories carved on a stone O my companion I’ll be the phoenix rising from embers morning my destiny dawn that’s my own (For Liz – April 2, 1978)