I Considered the Lilies


I Considered the Lilies

“And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin” Matthew 6:28

I considered the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field —
You asked,
Are you not
much better than they
?”

From that nascent moment
when eyes first saw the light,
mumbling lips
birthed joy
unspeakable:
my life a conundrum,
a mustard seed,
a gift.

For You pursued me
but I found You:
as the thirsty deer
in summer
pants towards the mirthful
water brooks —

And like the almond
will I blossom
in love’s grace,
by the lilies,
birds of the air,
grass of the field —
by streams
of living water.

by D. G. V. © 2012

*** edited version of a previous post
*** photography by Oleg Shatov

Music of Childhood



… for my mother

Music of  Childhood

Play for me the melodies
of childhood
as the apricot glow turns
to voiles of lavender
and crickets chirp
in the coolness
of twilight —

come sit with me
on this piano bench.

Play not for the crowd
but for me alone,
Polonaise
in A-flat major —

let me watch your fingers
caress
the ivory keys,
let my heart explode
with pounding octaves,
climb crescendos,
dance with staccatos —

Tell me how long time ago
before bedtime stories
and childhood dreams,
you dipped my spirit
in the romance of Liebestraum,
the sweetness of nocturnes,
of etudes and preludes —

Now, as your fingers tend
the autumn flowers,
come sit with me,
play the melodies,
the music
of my soul
once again.

© 2012  by D. G. Vachal

*** Photograph: Heart and Music by Dragan Todorovic