Self-blessing

Posted on June 12th, 2009 by Shawn in Joyous Living, Living our best lives, Uncategorized

St. Francis and the Sow – Galway Kinnell

The bud

stands for all things,

even for those things that don’t flower,

for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;

thosugh sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness,

to put a hand on the brow of the flower

and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely

until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;

as Saint Francis

put his hand on the creased forehead

of the sow, and told her in words and in touch

blessings of the earth on the sow, and the sow

began remembering … the long perfect loveliness of sow.

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