Light

Better to light a candle than curse the darkness.

"God is light, and in him is no darkness at all."  1 John 1:5

books, clinging and clouds...

"If all time is eternally present

All time is unredeemable." From "Burnt Norton", I

    " ...tendril and spray clutch and cling..."  (Photo taken minutes ago, before reading this...)

                     clematis, freshly open

         "The black cloud carries the sun away..."

IV

Time and the bell have buried the day,

The black cloud carries the sun away.

Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis

Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray

Clutch and cling?

     Chill

Fingers of yew be curled

Down on us?  After the kingfisher's wing

Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still

At the still point of the turning world.

From "Four Quartets - Burnt Norton" By T. S. Eliot

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Arranging, contemplating and perusing my books last week, I found six copies of Eliot's "Four Quartets" and three copies of Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast".  (I used to give away more books than I kept and the Universe always rewarded me with more books.  The law of giving and receiving.  Yes, it's a Universal and Biblical law.)  Now I place them in labeled containers for my children and grandchildren.  

CLOUD PHARMACY by Susan Rich

www.fantasywire.co.uk/ - Fantasy Wire fairy sculptures of fairies made from wire by a sculptor in Oakamoor Staffordshire near Alton Towers in the U.K.

                                          Antique apothecary cabinet

                    Fantasy Wire Fairies Sculptures  -  www.fantasywire.co.uk/

                               

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CLOUD PHARMACY by Susan Rich

How many apothecary drawers
could I fill with these deliberations?

The pharmacist’s paper cone
parsing out a quarter cup

of love’s resistant drug,
spoons measuring new prescriptions

for my uncertainty, hipsway, gesture.
Give me cobalt bottles

leftover from aunt iska’s cures,
albastrons of ointments, resins to resolve

the double-helix of desire inside of me.
Where is the votive, the vessel,

the slide rule calculation—
to know how much good love

alchemically speaking is
good enough?

I want spindrift nights on swimmer’s
thighs. I want an Egyptian

elevator inlaid in camphorwood and ivory;
a West African drumbeat, an eggnog, a god.

I want waves and summer all year long.
I want you. And I want more.

From the awesome book: "CLOUD PHARMACY" by Susan Rich