Flowering

POETRY

At the ruins of the Seven Churches lnishmore

Pick a crevice,

a homey gap

between stones

and make it

your own.

Grow a life here

from wind

rain

and the memories of ancients

embedded in limestone.

The bees will use you

for their sweet honey.

The rock will soften under

your touch.

You will draw moisture from fog

and hold it.

Your presence

will build soil.

This is all we have

in this life

all we own:

a flowering

an opening

a gap between stones

for tiny tender roots.

Linda Buckmaster, a founding member of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Belfast, Maine, whose fiction and poetry have appeared in publications such as Words and Images 2000 and Animus.

Copyright Unitarian Universalist Association Spring 2006
Provided by ProQuest Information and Learning Company. All rights Reserved