A SHORT ODE
All things then stood before us
………as they were,
Not in comparison,
But each most rare;
The ‘tree, of many, one,’
The lock of hair,
The weir in the morning sun,
The hill in the darkening air,
Each in its soleness, then and there,
Created one; that one, creation’s care.
7 thoughts on “Not in comparison.”
Oh this is beautiful – what a joy to read.
What a lovely poem to start my day! Thank you, Gretchen!
Such a lovely ode to the individuality of things, each as God made us. In this world that tries so hard to force us to be the same, in the name of “unity”.
Short and Sweet.
It’s February, are your blossoms really on your plum tree now?
a gorgeous picture and wonderful poem.