Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz
QUEST OF THE BLUE DRAGON
for Robin
Her spirit soars,
swirls up into fervent longing and need.
Passion gathers her brow,
gathers her loins
to spring to those heights
not yet imagined.
Eyes ablaze with wonder,
flame spews from her nostrils.
"How can I pierce with the spears
of my teeth that which is beyond my grasp?
How do I quench my heart and mind
with that which cannot be known,
but only briefly savored.
To reach that Splendor that beckons me so,
that surges into my ache,
I caress the currents of bliss with my vast,
taloned wings that carry me higher and Higher."
The Blue Dragon shrinks into
a quivering speck as she sinks deeper
and deeper into those bottomless
exaltations.