Contemplative Poetry Series - Jan L. Richardson

Plenitude

At lunch today

it was the purple

 of the olive pits

against my cobalt plate

that stunned me.

At tea,

the gold of peach

bloodstained by its stone.

I do not know

where the greater part

of the miracle lies;

that I should pause

to notice this,

or that I, 

a woman of

such great hungers,

should be so well satisfied

by such small things.

In the Sanctuary 

of Women

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