His left hand, in heat of noonday

by Ann Griffiths

English version by H. A. Hodges
Original Language Welsh

His left hand, in heat of noonday,
          Lovingly my head upholds,
And his right hand, filled with blessings,
          Tenderly my soul enfolds,
I adjure you, nature's darlings,
     Beautiful in field and grove,
     Stir not up, till he be willing,
Him who is my glorious Love.

-- from Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, Edited by Jane Hirshfield

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