BP #85 EDITORIAL,
FALL 2018
By A. M. Stickel
Enter my enchanted
garden.
Attar of Ghost (2001, revised)
You
meet me in the walled garden
Where
shadows stray
When
the night bird calls
Through
glowing darkness,
Lighted
by moon and stars,
Revealed
as you were in life,
Reflected
in the pond
Among
the lilies,
Revived
by love—
Your
face, dove soft,
Your
hair, the raven’s wing,
Your
hand, rose petals’ touch,
Perfuming
the silent paths,
Moving
to the dance of water,
The
rhythm of the breeze,
The
incense of the moment…
Dream Catcher (1999)
A
spider’s web like a mantilla hung,
A
butterfly entangled in its lace.
Of
garden wonders that we walked among,
It
trapped us there, enraptured by its grace.
How
like the spider, busy at our works,
We
need to feed the Spirit of the day,
Then
don butterfly wings of shining words,
And join God, for the
moment, at His play.