Courtyard, evening,
my soul, the moon…
noisy village just
beyond the gate.
Patchworks of silk puddles~
a gift from visiting rain…
Loose stones, brief epiphanies,
wild dogs roaming free…
Bells ring, summoning,
infinite holy song…
Shadows, flames in lanterns,
windows, open doors…
All things merge, mingle,
interweave and sway.
Cooking aromas, soft wind,
fireflies, deities, stars…
Jasmine, curry, cotton,
wine and a few sweets…
In the field of unfathomed faith,
Your caravan awaits.
Lord, I humbly pray,
be patient with me, please,
as I count again my treasures ~
the fleeting contents of my heart…
~Ingrid
from What Holds Us
{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }
“Cooking aromas, soft wind, fireflies…” such a lovely image. Reminds me of a summer evening, which I so look forward to!
This reminds me of the outdoor evening party at your home 2 years ago — the loveliest party I’ve ever been part of! Tables with quilts set on the lawn, flowers on the tables, candlelight warmly flickering everywhere, interesting people to meet, Jonah cooking pizzas in his stone oven. You were my inspiration for Bruce’s 50th birthday party on my own lawn — but didn’t have QUITE the same magic. Love.