Posted by: Peadar Ban | January 18, 2012

East of the River

East of the River
for Mariellen

Beyond the meadow which was a village
Once peopled with the land’s first native race
Now emptied of all but post-holes, tall grass,
Wildflowers, sweet berried vines at the edge
Of sacred blue shade mystery, who would
In the blinding light and heat of day guess
What deep surprise waited in twilit shyness
Still where once lily maiden walked and stood.

Yet, walk yourself down to the ancient stream
Where she had walked in morning’s world made new
Lily of the ribboned river’s sunrise gleam.
You’ll find eternity there for you.

Still Siloam in rising morning mist
So this Virgin’s pool waiting Him, unkissed.

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January 18, 2012

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