all my longings lie open

by Elizabeth de Barros

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme by Dan Routh Photography

Shut the door,

find me a table 

for leaning,

for yearning,

and for gathering herbs —

where love is the main course.

_____

Pour the oil,

bring on the meat,

tiny morsels, finger sweet.

Slake my thirst

sip o’ drink,

long to linger,

sup at Your feet. 

_____

Under the fruit tree

the ginkgo, the pine,

cedar, bulrushes — 

  of purpose divine.

(But what about the times when I went searching for You under the shade tree,

and got pricked and bled instead?)

Sometimes it takes years to understand

 faithful are the wounds of a Friend.

_____

Bitter root 

drop your leaves,

Tree of life

yields its seed.

 

A longing fulfilled is a landscape in due season.

____

Though pain is the fall

Eternity heals

the ancient wound.

Scattered ashes

before Your throne

Carry me

to another world

all Your own.

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme by Dan Routh Photography

© 2013 Elizabeth DeBarros

 

 

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