more lament came forth than from centuries' sorrows.
So loved that a world took form from that lament
where everything came to be once more:
path and village, forest and valley, field, river, animal.
as if this great form of being
sensed her need for oxygen
Posting for DVerse Poetry Pub Open Link Night-- join in-- this is the latest in my series of meditative poems written in response to the postings on the beautiful blog A Year with Rilke.
copyright Jenne' Andrews 2011