Bernini’s Teresa Of Avila - Poem by Midifo Yearns
Fallen back, in orgasmic ecstacy, she wilts, while angel smiles
and gently lifts her robe, to pierce her breast with cupid arrow.
Slain with love, she’s lost in his embrace, and floats above herself
to hold him close, and let him lift her to new heights of wonder
and delight; deep moments of communion, to savour and ignite
a flow of all life’s juices, into raptures of creation’s pulsing might.
What love, what pain, what secret joy, Bernini carved in rock.
Teresa, free to let God be, and in his love, to look and see, begin
to understand, that all of life, is captured, in the one embrace, that
consummates the soul’s desire, burning flame of longed for fire.
And there, to be and stay, surrendered clay in potter’s loving hand,
molded from within, to cherished gift, wondrous rapture, lasting bliss.
So quiet this ecstacy, so silent and complete. Stone breathes
in sighs, still as night, panting quietly with delight. Release.
And all who stand admire, seem drawn to feel that same desire,
hold breath, and wonder at the beauty of the feast, sweetness
of the wine, richness of the banquet, at which we all will dine
if we let go, and slowly grow into likeness of the one, who molds us yet.
For this moment, for this treat; sit silent and content at lover’s feet.
This the greatness of the sculptor’s gift that carves our invite
not just in stone, but in our hearts, and right into the very marrow
of our bones. Come close, he seems to say, and let me carve into
your longing and desire, a sacred sound, exquisite to the ear;
beauty never seen before; tenderness, that thrills and spills your rapture.
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