I HAVE WANDERED ALL MY UNENDING DAYS

Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947), Earthly Paradise (c 1915)

I found this lovely little poem, written by my husband, on a scrap of paper around the house. I asked him what it was and he said it was one of series of Psalms he had written. I asked him if I could put it up on the Stuff Page. I also found this beautiful pastoral fantasy, by Pierre Bonnard on the same day, and put them together. They are such beautiful things. Love, Susie x

 

I Have Wandered All My Unending Days

 

I have wandered all my unending days

Shadowed your shining aspect in the stars

Hid in alleys and tramped broken highways

With little in my pockets but my prayers

 

And I have searched all my unending days

Slept in fields beneath a canopy of stars

Your face emerging in the early morning haze

Held in its position by my prayers

 

And though I have nothing but this prayer

That all will be revealed, by and by

I pray some day, my Lord, you will appear

And lead me to your mansion in the sky

 

Nick Cave