Like the Vine I Bud Forth Delights

From Ecclesiasticus (Sirach) 24

I came forth from the mouth of the Most High,
and covered the earth like a mist….

Like cassia and camel’s thorn I gave forth perfume,
and like choice myrrh I spread my fragrance,
like galbanum, onycha, and stacte,
and like the odor of incense in the tent.
Like a terebinth I spread out my branches,
and my branches are glorious and graceful.
Like the vine I bud forth delights,
and my blossoms become glorious and abundant
fruit.
Come to me, you who desire me,
and eat your fill of my fruits.
For the memory of me is sweeter than honey,
and the possession of me sweeter than the honeycomb.
Those who eat of me will hunger for more,
and those who drink of me will thirst for more.

We invite you to spend time in contemplation with these verses from the Apocryphal book of Ecclesiasticus (also called Sirach), then join in the conversation with your own poetic response.
The one speaking is Wisdom.

You can enter into conversation with this text by adding your haiku response below.

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Comments

  1. raindrops on canvas…
    off the path, an old tent
    trembles with delight

  2. maz low says:

    Like Om
    sounded over and over:
    sweet grass diffuses like mantra

  3. Janet Stanwyck says:

    Ruby throat ablaze,
    I spy my morning friend
    lighting on a branch.

  4. Brad Offutt says:

    Mountains and pine-tops
    hide in mist; a falling stream
    sings loud in silence.

    • Thanks, Brad — this is a beautiful scene. It reminds me of two Basho haiku:

      stillness–
      piercing the rocks
      the sound of cicadas
      (trans. Donegan)

      and

      The temple bell dies away
      The scent of flowers in the evening
      is still tolling the bell.
      (trans. Blyth)

    • Janet Stanwyck says:

      What a fantastic visual!! It is easy to be transported.

  5. Janet Stanwyck says:

    Busy, busy bees
    Dripping in golden pollen.
    Preform the sacred.

  6. James Irving Mann says:

    sadness floods my soul;
    my heart dances in joy-
    I am still alive!

  7. Brad Offutt says:

    the China Cat sits
    on the gravestone, gentle guide
    to There and Here

  8. On the deck
    in the grain beyond clarity,
    petals and the house fly.

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