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White Glory

by Glenn Currier

Across the alley
in the early light
you catch my eye first
you in the million white flowers
popping out of every branch
surging forth from each small tributary of your body.

You are the irrepressible life
that lay dormant
in your winter of contemplation
waiting there patiently through icy foggy days
earth cloaked in pregnant waiting clouds.

You are the tree of life this morning
beckoning me from my sleepy sluggish body
to join the chorus of your rejoicing
pricking the hidden hallelujah
coursing in the sea of cells
still alive and urging me
to union with you.

And so here I am
eyes wide open in the quiet dawning
of this small moment of eternity
imbibing your white glory
taking a tiny leap
into the cosmos awake in you
in this early day
of spring.

03/13/2019

Posted on 03/13/2019
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/19 at 07:48 PM

This seems the very essence of spring if we open our eyes and experience it. Thanks, Glenn!

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