O Peace of Night

O Peace of Night

Peace of Night

O Peace of Night

Thou art my love and my longing.
‘Tis of thee I pine the day long,
Till twilight to thee comes thronging,
And shadows gather for thy song.

While errant sunbeams wander,
As daylight falls off to sleep,
The stars arrive to ponder
Thy fields of infinite deep.

I come to thee for space.
In thee I seek my inner light.
In thee I found my place.
Thou art my love, O peace of night.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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The Breath of God

The Breath of God

Breath of God

The Breath of God

Sing away. Float away.
Lay a soft whisper in my hair.
Upon an ocean fly,
Across a sea of endless blue,
Across an azure day.
A wisp of white upon the air,
A fleecy blanket on the sky,
The breath of God are you.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis

She kneels before the judgment chair,
Arms folded in reverent prayer,
In the heart of her saintly lair.
A pilgrim passes by in quest,
Is fast transfigured in her nest,
As lay against her loving breast.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

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Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses pink are the sign of my morning,
Symbols of hope for the new-waking day,
Both a greeting of peace and dire warning,
That all things pure and precious pass away.
What is death if we know a day of life?
What is loss if we love but an hour?
All the heavy hurt of our mortal strife,
Redeemed by the blossoms of a flower!
How fragile are the petals of being!
How weakly clings the dew upon the leaves!
How fleeting is this sight I am seeing,
For soon this tender moment wilts and grieves!

The thorns and tendrils of impending death
Magnify the worth of each fragrant breath!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

A Distant Rose

A Distant Rose

 

Peace of Night

A Distant Rose

I sought a very exceptional rose;
A flower supreme in every way –
Bloom that not age, nor blight, nor aphid knows,
Whose complexion is as clear as the day,
From whose countenance magnificence flows,
As the Sun presides over lowly Earth,
From which celestial radiance glows,
Surpassing any common flower’s birth.

I sought among roses a perfect rose,
Among peerless leaves, among tender buds,
Among thornless stems arrayed in flawless rows,
From which the essence of pristine dawn floods
And ambrosial fragrance constantly blows,
Whose dew-kissed petals delicately sway
To the hymns hummingbird’s gay wings compose,
To flutter of butterflies come to play.

I wanted to believe that desire sows
Blossoms as pure as a pure heart conceives.
But blooms wilt, and waking dreams at last doze,
And defect alone excellence achieves.
And I see that only from afar grows
The flower by blemish unpolluted.
Perfection in a distant rose best shows,
Whose wine’s bouquet is best drunk diluted.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

 

Here Is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is Your Canvas

Here Is Your Canvas

Here is your canvas blue,
Rainbow colors too.
Touch your brush to it –
Long flowing locks of flaxen gold.
Send your soul through it.
Paint your day, your moment.
Set your image glowing,
Knowing it shall pass
As all things do –
But surpassing all things for a moment.

Here is your canvas.
What picture will you paint?

~ Daniel F Mitchell