Sunday, August 02, 2015

The Lute Will Beg


You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.

We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.

The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.

Don´t tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,

For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love

God´s lute will beg
For your hands.


1 comment:

Philo Blogonistes said...

Goodness, dear Ginger, that is a very beautiful poem!