Sunday, May 8, 2016

Orientation – a poem by May Maxwell

O thou divine Bird   
From gardens of light!   
Thy heart piercing song   
Hath shattered the night,   
Dispelling the gloom   
And flooding the air!   
The world bath not seen   
But felt thou wert there.     

O thou divine Rose   
From gardens of love!   
Thy form of substance,   
Thy breath from above,   
Exhales to the world   
A perfume so rare,   
That tho' still unseen   
We know thou art there.     

O thou divine Star   
From the realms on high!   
Thy radiant beams   
Fill earth, air, and sky!   
Bereaved of the Sun   
The world unaware   
Now turns to Its Glory   
And sees Thou art there!    
- May Maxwell  (Star of the West, Vol. 15, No. 4, July 1924)