This poem was born while reading one of May Sarton’s Journals where she refers to the taproot within herself.
Taproot, descending from the essence of my being,
Grow strong, grow straight, deep down
Into the Ground of my existence,
Into the Godhead, the Trinity;
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Nourish my soul, my being, with love and strength.
© Judith Lawrence
2 comments:
Judith,
Thank you for this thoroughly scriptural and theologically sound (read "orthodox":)) poetic metaphor.
I have long considered the taproot in a similar (although not beautifully poetic) fashion.
In fact, it was the persistent dandelion, and its ability to thrive and survive in the dry months of summer, when grass was dying off all around, that drew me to make the comparision with our spiritual life. That tap root would drill down further and further, seeking moisture, etc. ...
Thanks Peter, I appreciate your kind comments. And those under-appreciated dandelions certainly have a lot to teach us, too!
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