Monday, February 22, 2010

The Sacred (a poem)


A deer materializes before my eyes and the forest is lit by its luminance.
Its atoms flung by unseen hand in glorious constellation.
The divine is manifest and shimmers through its form.

It is the soul of the wild creature that humbles me.
It is the source of purest light, deepest knowing.
To catch sight of a wild animal makes the heart leap -
To be held in its gaze makes the heart soar.

The sacred is clothed in fur and feathers and scales and skin
It flashes out from shining eyes in darkened woods
And speaks in bird songs and cicada serenades…

It touches a place in me where wildness dwells -
A long forgotten, hidden place that shivers in sudden resonance.


  1. You're right that it does feel sacred. We're all connected.

  2. Doris this is beautiful and I love the image. Just lovely! x

  3. Wonderful photo and words! Flighty xx

  4. Beautiful! Thank you for sharing the pic and poem.

    As I was reading it I thought of Mary Oliver. Have you read any of her poetry? I think you would really like her.

  5. Thank you everyone for your nice comments. Cuppa, I think I have only read one or two poems of Mary Oliver's (probably from what Anvilcloud posted or e-mailed). I will make a point of checking out her poetry. Thanks for mentioning it.