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)