Invocation 418

 

This day, auspicious unto itself, let us
sing odes and ring the chime of libertas—
let us unmanacle now these line and let them
flow in uncounted syllables, yet imbue each
with our thirst, unquenchable by mere waters!
Paint beauty across our eyelids and our inner eyes
that we may see and portray this abundant creation
in Hyacinth colors, scented with sweet ambrosial
nectars—Spring brings her bounty again! Where
have gone my sweet lilacs? Bloom your sunshine,
oh my Forsythia! Rain, hold your bounty this one
afternoon, that we may walk among the greening grasses
and taste the new buds of trees too-long slumbered.
Shine oh mythic Father sun! Pour your life-giving splendor
over our humbled heads, anoint us in that mightiest of gold,
grace us with this renewal in our heartwells
that we might open to life and fecund fruition
as the tulip raises its gentle head to flower and
share its bounty with the birds, bees, and breeze.
How long that mighty winter held us in thrall!
Shake loose now, my brethren, my sisters, all
come now to the green, green glens and sing
hymns of rebirth and growth and verdant renewal!
Life is bounteous of an April afternoon!
Grateful! Grateful we are—to whatever this
abundant spring of life, hope, and poetry
sprouting anew to glorify creation at large
and itself and its maker and all that is and was
and ever will be in the infinite majesty
of eternity and this holy cycle of creation!

David M Pitchford
1 April 2008