Scilla's scribbles and things

Jul 8
“As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod,
Behold I will build on the greatness of God:
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies
In the freedom that fills all the space ‘twixt the marsh and the skies:
By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod
I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God:
Oh, like to the greatness of God is the greatness within
The range of the marshes, the liberal marshes of Glynn.”
From Sidney Lanier’s poem, The Marshes of Glynn

Mar 29

A thought

I found this in my papers from long ago but it is still relevant:

Where Man is not and Nature is

The world goes on living

But where Man is and Nature not

The world continues dying.


Mar 28

Today’s offering

I arrived –

a dewdrop on a morning rose

do not shake me

let me stay still

just as I am

refracting the sunlight

into  rainbow gems

do not darken me

with angry shadows

nor drown me with rain

alone I remain

single and soft

give me no breezes

no heat, no cold

just gaze at me and marvel

let me be.