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byzantine dixie

24 August 2010

pure as honey, sweet as grapes from the vine
deep red-purple southern muscadines
the verdant greens run the late summer lines
criss-crossed ardor and homemade wine

the silence of a southern summer night
punctuated by the sounds of modern dixie life
stars are missing from the western sky
erased on the horizon by the mall’s street lights

missing the taste of sorghum sweetened tea
or just the way that things used to be
friends and family and old memories
why is loss always the greatest part of me?

anglo-celtic, southern, russo-byzantine
what do all these random pieces mean?
stepping back i finally see the whole scene–
they make a great mosaic, with a golden sheen

like the best honey, wild-flower dark
makes the best gold-mead, so to the heart,
dark from the colors and the years of scars,
finds its wholeness in the steps of God.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. 24 August 2010 17:15

    Aha! Exactly! For it was all under His divine management from the beginning.

  2. 25 August 2010 03:16

    Like the best honey.

    Like the best poem.

    Like this one.

  3. 25 August 2010 03:25

    was looking up recipes for mead this week… 🙂

    very apropos all the way through

    • 26 August 2010 14:13

      Thanks very much! If you’d like mead recipes, just let me know, I have several. I have a 10 gallon batch fermenting right now.

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