St. Francis and the Sow
The bud
stands
for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything
flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is
necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its
brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is
lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as St.
Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in
words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began
remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the
way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of
the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out
from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken
dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen
mouths sucking
and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect
loveliness of sow.
~ Galway Kinnell ~
(Mortal Acts, Mortal Words)