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Today's Meditation is a poem by Anne Pitkin "Blue Morning Glory" which comes to us courtesy of Carmela Coughlan. So many of the images jump out at me to chew on--may it nourish your soul as well.

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Jean & Ron

MEDITATION 274: "Blue Morning Glory" by Anne Pitkin

Blue Morning Glory

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Voracious, yes. But when you see it,
shy blue flowers blaring like trumpets in spite of themselves,
center star shaped and yellow; when it startles you,
early in the morning, all over a white picket fence, say,
in Massachusetts, you might think “triumphal,” “prodigal,”
“awake.”

Of course you don’t want it in your rose garden
among all the pruned, the decorous bushes. You don’t want it
in the vegetables, for it will romp through the tomatoes,
beans and peas, will leave no room on the ground, or even
in the air, for the leafy lettuces and cabbages soberly
queueing up in their furrows. It will hog all the sky it can get
knowing as it does what enormous thirst is satisfied by blue.

Father Michael says Follow the God of abundance
Says we hurry from the moment’s wealth
for fear it will be taken. Think of this:

the morning glory has been blossoming for so long
without permission that in some gardens it is no longer censored.
What does that tell you? See how it opens its tender throats
to a world that can sting it, how, without apology for its excess,
it blooms and blooms, though even yet
it seems surprised.

Anne Pitkin

(I want to be a Blue Morning Glory. Just so you know.)

((The photo is actually a Blue Wave Petunia, but you get the idea.))