The Carpet of Heaven's Door

Night beckons

and moon, full of restive temptation

answers fruitfully--

Incline yourself

upon the seal of my soul

and bend my ear

that I may again

hear the gentle murmurings

of earth’s heart

beat in time with my own.

 

O tender, tender moon

you leave the imprint

of your maidenhood

as you salve

the dry earth

your moon’s blood bestowing.

 

Sow your seed

in the time of new moon

and yield,

again and again

to the carpet of heaven’s door.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

The title pulled me to this poem, and your words drew me in with is prowful meaning! This is rich with a deep message for us all!