Steven Federle

Freshman - 605 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Saint - Poem by Steven Federle

Louis Tiffany and Company, 'Dogwood' Design Window: 1910-1915.

"The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God." Merton, Thomas, When the Trees Say Nothing: Writings on Nature


Her black eyes gaze
with pleasure.

My hand
flows slowly over her sinew,
ears, fur; she purrs in praise

that life is right,
hunger sated,
love remains.

Looking into her eyes
I see a flame
beyond her understanding
beyond my understanding:

the spark
of the being
freely given,
freely accepted.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012



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