When Columbines Cry

columbine tear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When columbines cry

their sorrows,

reduced to silvered pearls,

slide down emerald cheeks,

trace Earth’s veins,

disappear beneath quilted soil

and sleep

until they rise

again.

 

 

 

 

 

At the Basilica

Euphrasian Basilica, Porec

 

Enter, hearts in need of rest,

Tread where ancient feet have trod,

Feel the Hallow in thy breast,

Find in silence words of God;

Let the sanctuary leach

Peace into thy weary soul,

Solitude, let wisdom teach

How love can make of parts, a whole.