May 30, 2003
A Homonyminal Prayer to Pan
The sun! The sun! And all we can become!
Theodore Roethke, "What Can I Tell My Bones"
A Homonyminal Prayer to Pan
Let the sun find its home in this world today.
These days of rain wear at the heart.
I leave with you a mother’s gift of stones
saved in an abalone shell --
prayers for jasper endurance,
turquoise fortune, carnelian fire,
and most of all, a mother’s
rose quartz embrace.
Play your sunny marigold songs, my son.
It is time for a time in the sun.
(copyright 2003 EF)
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Richard on 30 May 2003
Thanks for sharing, Elaine!
If The Great God Pan (http://encyclopediaindex.com/b/ggpan10.htm) answers your prayer, please send him, or some solar deity, our way. We had a few warm days here in the SF Bay Area recently but the fog has crept back and not with the poet's little cat's feet but with enormous tank treads.
myrln on 30 May 2003
I get it. Hope the intended does since it's good hearing. Nice.
Kate S. on 02 Jun 2003
Very nice, Elaine! I'm sure there are about a thousand layers that I'm not getting, but I'm going to blame it on jet lag and the fact that I'm not a member of your inner circle of family and friends. I'll have to come back to this one when I'm awaker.