Crossed
Is the sun
still beautiful,
crossed by wires, blackened,
taut and limp;
and my life with you, dear,
is it still beautiful,
crossed with cares, heated,
tense and lax;
and is the church
still beautiful,
crossed, though it stagger,
limp with imperfections
through the streets?
North Devon Sunset Martin Stickland. Used with permission.
16 Comments:
Love it. Pic and poem.
Beautiful!
this is good stuff. tainted beauty, but beauty still.
That is a beautiful picture, indeed.
Okay, LL, maybe I’m not getting this…
When I got home last night, I took Mrs. Craver tenderly by the hand and gazed into her eyes. Then I said, (ahem) “I Love thee more than Rid-X.” She was not amused. In fact, today, it is I who feel crossed by wires, etc. What did I do wrong? Should I have used flowers?
I love the twist in the poem about the church.
And I love the emphasis on beauty. Reminds me of Keats again. Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that's all ye know on earth and all ye need to know. (or something similar).
Makes me happy.
In an important way, our lives are meaningless if they are not crossed. Today feels particularly intersected.
Andrea & Sara... thanks!
Heather... I struggle with the question of when the "tainted" goes far enough to truly override the beauty.
Mandy... yes, he does take wonderful photos. Your job sounds interesting!
Craver...oh my goodness... you really make me laugh... you can tell your wife that the dearth of flowers is my fault. :)
Mark... beauty... when does it stop being beautiful?
Charity... love your reflections... glad to hear your "voice" here. :)
Wow! thanks for putting my pic on your blog and that poem is lovely!
No Combe Martin sunsets today, only rain!
My PC is fixed now!
YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Have a good weekend L.L
Bye for now
M
Hey! just seen Mandy has left a comment! ask her if she has eaten any Cherry Bakewell pies recently!
Martin... and thank you for the pic... inspirational... as is the thought of cherry pie (my favorite, and the pie I chose in lieu of cake for my birthdays when I was a child!)
Perfect!
I know that pub! I haven't been in there in years though (I bet Martin has though!).
Lovely poem.
I believe that the bride of Christ - His church will always be beautiful - with all its ups and downs..
Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem with us :)
Blessings on your evening.
L.L., as long as our definition of beauty is big enough, the world is FILLED with beauty.
Except when people don't love each other. That's never beautiful. It's wrong, and it makes me sad.
L.L.,
A very nice poem that says a lot. A good picture as well.
Angela... thanks for the compliment. :)
Haddock... so, have you ever been there with Martin?
Eph2810... yes, though of course the parable of the bridesmaids does put a little twist on that (the ones who forgot to bring oil and ended up shut out)
Mark... yes, I've often mused about what beauty truly is...
Jim... thanks for stopping by... it's always nice to say a lot in a little space. :)
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