Wood Nymph
Wood nymph, goddess of the trees,
how splendid! couched in loveliness
no creature may fully behold!
Yet I have, on particular mornings,
in crepuscular radiance seen,
(O brightest eyes!) flitting light,
recognition that love was born
here on the restless, unseeing ground
that we might occasionally recall:
life was meant for something
more than living and doing,
but breathlessly witnessing
angel presence in our midst,
wonder of the morning,
herald of the light,
comfort of dawn,
swan of day,
loveliest
sight.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
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