by Peter Lilly

How beautiful is the dark earth beneath
The feet of the one who brings good news.
And how good the news of that living earth,
Which rejoices in the touch of the sole.
Tributaries of irrigation bequeath 
A laughing green, and budding blues
Between sky, skin and soil; a new birth
In each step. Sun enticed music unfurls
From the green stem of being out of doors,
From the invisible breath within and 
Without us, sewing our lungs to the land,
From the vast blue of eyes turn upwards.
How beautiful is the dark earth below,
Carrying good news from each seed that grows.

Peter Lilly is a British Poet who grew up in Gloucester before spending eight years in London studying theology and working with the homeless. He now lives in the South of France with his wife and son, where he concentrates on writing, teaching English, and community building. His recent and forth coming publications include Calla Press, Dreich, Wine Cellar Press, Green Ink Poetry, Macrina, The Minison Project, and Paddler Press. His debut Collection ‘An Array of Vapour’ is forthcoming with TSL publications.

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