Turning and turning
in a widening gyre
The falcon hears
the falconer;
Things fall into
place, the centre holds;
Mere Christianity
is loosed upon the world,
The blood of the
lamb is offered;
The ceremony of
innocence bathes all;
The best are full
of passionate intensity;
The worst lack all
conviction.
Revelations are at hand.
Revelations are at hand.
10 comments:
Ah, lovely words, lovely Mary, lovely music. Thanks for a piece of peace this morning.
Awesome words flowing from Mr. Yeats pen. I wish I could write like that.
Me too, judie. alas, inspiration only.
Yes, so much of this DOES look familiar, but I can understand this!!
with my reverence
well, Annie, I learned a new word 'gyre' from your wonderful verse from Yeats. stunning image of Mary!
today i am wrapped in the comfort and kindness of you. thank you for holding my family member close in prayer as he makes his last journey.
The Queen of Peace!
How perfect,
and just what the world needs
so desperately...
She is here,
for those who have eyes to see her.
♥♥
Lovely. Glad I stopped by.
Beautiful, Annie! Or is that Beautiful Annie? Both, I think.
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