Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Praise rejoicing

As a starved little bird, who sees and hears
his mother's wings fluttering round about him
to bring him food, whose heart is filled with love
both for her and the food, who then, rejoicing
- though in the nest he pines and is consumed
with eagerness to follow her and fly -
will thank her by his singing, far beyond
his usual power of song, with tongues set free,
So, I whenever the warm rays
of the divine Sun, nourishing my heart,
will shine on me with unaccustomed brightness,
take up my pen, impelled by inner love;
without quite knowing what it is I say,
as best I can, I write God's praises down.

By Vittoria Colonna (1492-1547) translated by Laura Anna Stortoni and Mary Prentice Lillie, in Women in Praise of the Sacred, edited by Jane Hirshfield: HarperPerennial 1994


Questing Parson said...


Wendy said...

What an amazing photo!

Terri said...

Wendy, my husband took it, or maybe I did? one of us, after much effort caught the hummingbird at our feeder when we lived in AZ...

Jan said...

Beautiful poem. And I liked the photo even more after hearing that your husband took it!

Jan said...

BTW, when did you live in or near Salt Lake City? My youngest daughter is going to go there for grad school in the fall.

Terri said...

Jan, I was born in SLC and lived there until I was 9. All of my extended family live there except my brothers...

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