Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 8 - Poem by Michael Shepherd

O My Beloved
when I first cast eyes on You,

if You had looked as I expected
I would have greeted you as an old friend

whom I had waited for,
knowing I would recognise You from afar;

but instead, you appear to me
so unexpectedly, in so many new disguises -

as a baby; in the face of a passing stranger,
as a new flower; waiting in the shade of a tree –

that, taken by surprise, I see only You
before I see all else.

This is Your greatest gift to me,
beyond all old, beyond all new,

O My Beloved.

Comments about ! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 8 by Michael Shepherd

  • (3/24/2007 12:10:00 PM)

    Michael, another stirring, evocative and excellent piece. Finely done indeed. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/24/2007 11:05:00 AM)

    These just continue in beauty. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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