It’s been quiet here for a bit, what with the burden of work and serious family health issues. So I think it’s time for a poem.
This poem can be considered among other things an answer to the question ‘why are you a Reconstructionist’ that I sometimes get.
Silver Branch Arrangements
Why, you say?
Because the breeze off that sea blows blossoms
Of my soul, shaking boughs that hitherto
I did not even know were there, beneath
The flashing of the birds in that sky
Whose sun cannot be seen. There I saw
The jeweled fruits that pendulous hang
Upon their trees, those shrouds of mist that part—
And I cannot tell you the stupendous
Illuminations that befell me there,
Plunged and shot through with the blackest lights
That weave sinuously among the trees,
Where a Goddess walks, face half fair, half charred,
But they do still make my blood seethe,
Make my eyes spin. Hark the birds of the mists
On that shore mewling above the strand,
In strains of plangent joy they song the path.