SECOND LUMINOUS MYSTERY. A DAY AT THE WEDDING OF CANNAAN

 

i am there with you Holy Mother

with your Sacred Son

under the olive trees

throwing shade over His Blessed Head

light breezes move the leaves

and sunshine lights up His Glorious Face

and then covered again by shade.

the wedding guests murmur

the birds sing

the wind blows

and there still beside you sweet Mother

seated a shadow under His Blessed Hand

moves to take the cup

with new wine

red, reflecting light

His Light

wine that He will offer as His Blood

wine that they will offer as he dies.

Blessed Mother I am with you

All day at Canaan, Today,

copyright L. Ivison 2026

TOWN TREES February 2026

 

TOWN TREES

O wretched mossy trees

your limbs are painted green

wetter than i have ever seen

trees lifting your head to heavens height

fails with this town green blight

snaking skyward in dissarray

so long yet until sunny may

when tenticles dipped in mossy slime

can hide your  sadness in its time.

L. Ivison 2026 @ copyright.

GO AWAY SPRING 10 January 2026

 

Wretched crocus, perfidious flower

 daffodil, now is not the hour.

where is the howling wind and cracking snow

where the biting breeze and glacial foe?

splashing through puddles reflecting naked trees

go away warm zephyrs and scented breeze.

spindly twigs and mistletoe

by Your sweet breathe all must go

spring comes creeping in to suspect glee

faulty joy rising through the heart

to hide the hour when we all depart.

L, Ivison 2026 copyright

SUMMER GARDEN IN WINTERTIME 5 february 2026

 

what strange impressions fresh roses give

when winter bites our very toes

apple blossom  pink and fine

while hoar frosts still come and go

too bright green leaves of sycamore

too red the roses on the vine

outside   snow and frost now thaw

and freezing rain so very fine

blinds my eyes to summer's bliss

while longing for the icy mists.

l. ivison 2026 copyright.

TREES 30 January 2026

 

WILLOW TREES

I yearn for the same air you breath

O darling willow tree

in this dusty town i grieve

that i can never see

your graceful arms above the lakes

nor your golden yellow leaves

thIS lonely town has only dusty trees.

here the leafless bye ways

a thousand windows show

each reflect the light of days

but nowhere trees  can grow.

forced lines like weary soldiers

stand by the ancient walls

picket green and dusty

golden willows call.

what is it willow tree

that makes me love you so?

is it the rhthmn of your leaves

as I pass and go?

or is it that you were created

by One so dear to me

the One who made you live your life

whose inner life I see

 I crave your beauty

but more than that I know

your heavenly grace calls to me

for heaven is where i go

each and every morning

through the dusty city street

to meet my One true love

in sacred bread I meet.

Amen L. Ivison 2026 copyright.

PINK HYACYNTH 2 21 January 2025

 

I laid you beneath the Lady's feet

to perfume this chilly vault

where the white Virgin stands.

 sightless she looks at all who 

 lay their prayers with trembling hands.

The vault is locked and dark tonight

but I am sure She stands alone

as the pink hyacynth prays 

when all human prayers are done.

its perfume shrouds the Lady white

embalms the air while I sleep

and slowly passes this long night.

L. Ivison copyright 2026

HYACYNTH IN HONOUR OF OUR LADY OF LOURDES 20 January 2026

 

I put the hyacynth by your side

Sweet Lady of the Light

it was pink 

tight petals folded 

waking slowly in the night

Will the lady of the Light

statue in marble white

see you with her unseeing eyes

beneath the everlasting skies.

L. Ivison copyright 2026

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