Hyacinth, oh bring now unto me
The sweetness of your life
The wonder of pure loveliness
Hyacinth, sing it unto me

Waft over me your fragrance
Unfold your mystery
Where from, your tender beauty
Formed where none can see

Do tell the emergence
Of life within your soul
As you lay there in the darkness
Preparing to be whole

What goodness did you treasure
What nurtured there your heart
To break forth into beauty
As God's delightful art

Hyacinth of tenderness
How did you suffer pain
What withered in those depths
As your old self passed away

Was there agony of silent tears
As your spirit softly wept
And what became your essence
The new heart to be kept

Then budded forth unfolding
In perfect sacrifice
Oh, the harvest of a fragrant glory
In dying you exploded into life

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2006  Written especially for this webset.
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au

 


My lover spoke and said to me,
"Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
and come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms it's early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."

Song Of Songs 2:10-13