Treasure Island

Michael Shepherd

(8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! In the spirit of Rumi - 20


I sang to My Beloved

O My Beloved –
how could I sing of the joy
of being closer to You
than Your breath…
than Your eyes…
than Your lips…

if Sorrow had not visited me? …

In the middle of the darkest night
in the cold midwinter of the heart,
a stranger knocked upon my door:
it was Sorrow, wrapped in blackest cloak.

I greeted Sorrow; bade come in;
ate bread with Sorrow and drank wine with it;
then with a smile, sent Sorrow on its way.

Now the sun has risen,
the dawn is like a world made new
and I have woken fresh
as if I had already washed.



[this one comes with a smile for Allie, who occasioned it...]

Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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