Showing posts with label Sophia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sophia. Show all posts

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Sophia Found by Barbara Spring


She is in galaxies and billions of worlds.
Sophia is in photons and the darkness of caves
in stately waves and gentle winds, in living water
air streams and seeps, deep jungles
and grassy meadows.

Sophia infuses granite, gold, diamonds, emeralds,
rubies, carnelian and lapis lazuli
and all precious matter.
She penetrates sandstone, bogs and deserts
all places high and low; wastelands and cities.
She creates the tensile strength of spider webs
and gives intricate designs
to butterfly wings, spotted cats,
colorful snakes and frogs
and our finger prints.

She is on hilltops and at your crossroads.
She is under the oceans and permeates
mountain ranges and Earth’s core.
She is in the glaciers, mists and snows.
Sophia shows migrations the way
and is found in all seasons.

She is love that flows like milk
from mother to baby
the love between a man and a woman
the love toward people
of all colors and conditions.
Sophia is the Love that was present
from the beginning.

excerpted from Sophia's Lost and Found: Poems of Above and Below

Friday, January 20, 2017

Sophia's Gold

                                                                       




                                                                        Sophia's Gold

Her sound unrolls a bolt of star-woven cloth,
Her dance steps the spiral galaxies.
Sophia’s signature: the stars, the inner ear,
logos rhythms of nautilus shells, whorled
sunflower centers, DNA.

Sophia, we forgot your light filled flowers—
ancient people carved your name
in caves, upon rock faces.

A young girl dances among coltsfoot—
in the forest a fawn stands for the first time—
mermaid purses wash on shore from the sea.
White milk flows from the golden dome
where the ancient world worshiped:
Hagia Sophia.

A fern bursts through black asphalt,
a nun tends the dying in Calcutta,
an artist designs a rose window,
an unknown composer writes a hymn to Sophia:

Sophia’s sound and dance is
turning coltsfoot gold
sun and flower one.

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   --Barbara Spring

excerpted from my book Sophia's Lost and Found.