FOR PEACE & THE PLANET:
CONNECTING THROUGH THE ARTS
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
CHALICE
Photo by S. Auberle CHALICE there are gifts of snow left on the mountain finches sing brightly in their nuptial plumage wine-dark tulips are rising and a flicker drums on the roof beam my cup runneth over
"To me the world of poetry is a house with thousands of glittering windows. Our words and images, land to land, era to era, shed light on one another. Our words dissolve the shadows we imagine fall between."
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
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