Maria Magdalena Biela

Mountain Ash - Poem by Maria Magdalena Biela

Mornings' tears refresh your eyes
Occult forces in disguise
Urns of ashes from the skies.
Name of names and One of ones
Time will call the Son of sons
Alchemy that heals and stuns.
In my dreams I pass time through
Name of names, to drink from you.

All my eyes perceive your mind
Secular with you to bind
Help me feel You, deaf and blind.

Topic(s) of this poem: eternity

Comments about Mountain Ash by Maria Magdalena Biela

  • Daniel Brick (4/3/2015 11:54:00 AM)

    The photograph of the mountain ash tree is so wonderful! The way the tree fills the screen with its abundant growth is breath taking - it is so healthy and vibrant! And your poem taps into a spiritual current and follows it with absolute confidence. I read it several times and I felt that occult energy without being able to say precisely what it is. But that's the whole point of your mystical identification with the tree and the larger reality behind it. We don't know what we experience; we surrender to an alchemy which is constantly transforming itself and us. (Report) Reply

    Magdalena Biela (4/3/2015 12:36:00 PM)

    That tree's name is Pihlaja, in Finland...A friend of mine told me years ago that this giving tree exists also in Canada and it is called Mountain Ash. We call it The Giving Tree because its red berries endure the Winter up to late February, being food for the birds. This poem is an Acrostic, dedicated to my friend, The Giver, on his birthday. Thank you, Daniel, for loving my Tree!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

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