Friday, December 7, 2012

Day Seven in the Pilgrimage of Marys




Forty days and forty nights,
she roams the desert plains.
Cloaked in tatters,
wearing her garment of grief,
lost in the wilderness of her mind.

Calling out, listening for a reply,
an echo to the walls of her heart.
Following the drumbeat
set by her feet.
Enslaved by its rhythm
always onward, forward.

Until she can no more!

She surrenders, gives in to exhaustion
willpower failing her
salt tears pooling mud
her love roots into the clay

Her bleeding heart blooms red
showers of petals set alight,
thorns sprouting a trailing vine,
paradise is found.


Poem by Hettienne http://alchemicalmarriage.blogspot.com
Painting by Hettienne ' Living Waters'


Please visit Rebecca for other offerings
on this wonderful pilgrimage of Mary.




blessings



12 comments:

  1. Oh she is just beautiful. Love the tilt of her head and sad eyes. Thank you.

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  2. Your poem and Mary are beautifully matched....perfection!

    Sweet dreams,
    Ruby

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  3. Powerful post with your art and your poetry ~ (A Creative Harbor) ~ aka 'artmusedog'

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  4. Surely, she must have felt cast into the wilderness with grief over losing her son in the earthly plain.

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  5. Love the graceful sway, Hettienne,

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  6. I am speechless after reading these words. They set me in her presence. The drawing is divine in every aspect.

    Peace

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  7. As always, your Lady takes my breath away. Thank you, thank you.

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  8. dreamy, thoughtful, what are her thoughts?

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  9. A feast for the eyes and the heart, lovely to connect here with you Hettienne. x

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  10. Oh my what a lovely post, Hettienne! The poem and painting are both incredible.xx

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  11. Always a treat for the eyes when I visit here, Hettienne - beautiful painting and words.

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