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Poetry Month – A Spring Carol

Spring Carol – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,
With sun on the meadows
And songs in the shadows
Comes again to me
The gift of the tongues of the lea,
The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Straightway my olden heart returns
And dances with the dancing burns;
It sings with the sparrows;
To the rain and the (grimy) barrows
Sings my heart aloud –
To the silver-bellied cloud,
To the silver rainy arrows.

It bears the song of the skylark down,
And it hears the singing of the town;
And youth on the highways
And lovers in byways
Follows and sees:
And hearkens the song of the leas
And sings the songs of the highways.

So when the earth is alive with gods,
And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod,
And the grass sings in the meadows,
And the flowers smile in the shadows,
Sits my heart at ease,
Hearing the song of the leas,
Singing the songs of the meadows.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Prayer for a spring morning

Prayer for an early spring morning

I ask the blessing and protections of the day for all those I love

Blessings and protection from first morning light

Through the passage of the day to twilight

And all through the night until dawn’s first light

Blessings of the first shy daffodil

Exuberance of the flowering redbud tree

Cheer of the yellow daisied euryops

Freshness of the blooming rosemary

Farewell from the last of the flowering pear blossoms

Sweetness of the budding lemon tree

Greeting from the mockingbird’s calls from the tree

Healing from the chill morning breezes

Clarity of the shining, piercing blue of the morning sky

Be with me this day as I go my way

Bless my tongue

Bless my heart

Bless my feet

Through our this day until I arrive home at night.

Kat Robb 2015

Prayer for the blessings of Spring

I ask blessing of the first egg from which the world is born.

Blessing from the eggs of birds

Blessing from the eggs of snakes

Blessing from the egg of the sacred ibis

We see the birth of the spring reflected in the eyes of the sacred rabbit

Who defines being. *

I see the blessings of the season in the flowers of fruit trees

I see the blessing of the season in the fresh shoots of green on hillsides

I see the blessings of the season in the dancing flights of paired birds

I see the blessing of the season in the play of two squirrels

I see the blessing of the season in the turning of damp fertile soil

I see the blessing of the season in the taste of spring berries

I see the blessings of the season in the glory of spring bulbs bursting into flower

I see the blessing of the season in the colours of the reborn land

I see the blessing of the season in the quickening of life around me

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May I see those blessings and give thanks for them, every day and every night

From dawn to twilight and around the sun’s progession about the earth.

I see and ask and give thanks for the blessings of spring.

*The rabbit hieroglyph is the Egyptian verb ‘to be’.