This selection of poems is influenced by a whole range of thoughts working through me in this waiting period between the Ascension and the coming of The Holy Spirit at Pentecost. The first four are all by W.S. Merwin. In Christ's final words of promise to His disciples that He would be with them always, I too have come to recognise the living presence of Christ in the here and now of my life, and the gift of faith that I have received. That my life is coloured by the lives of the communion of saints and countless other Christians before me, I have no doubt. For over two thousand years, Christians have lived in the expectation and hope of experiencing God in their life, in their death, and in eternity and I pray to God to help me to sustain that faith and play my small part in carrying that candle of hope forward.
Image source Plein Air Evelyn Dunply
Rainlight
All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning.
This second poem has me thinking of the Ascension of Christ, and how it was to change everything once again for the disciples...
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
This next one makes me realise how I always return to the Scriptures and those final words of Christ before his death on the cross and after the Resurrection. They are still so important. Whatever we face in this life, Christ has been there before us.
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
This next one makes me realise how I always return to the Scriptures and those final words of Christ before his death on the cross and after the Resurrection. They are still so important. Whatever we face in this life, Christ has been there before us.
Worn Words
The late poems are the onesI turn to first now
following a hope that keeps
beckoning me
waiting somewhere in the lines
almost in plain sight
it it the late poems
that are made of words
that have come the whole way
they have been there
This poem below is similar to the saying attributed to the 14th Century German theologian
and mystic Meister Eckhart : "If the only prayer you say in your entire life is thank you,
it will be enough." I have so much to be thankful to God for in my life and I need to express gratitude
more often !
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
smiling by the windows looking out
in our directions
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
Listen
Over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
Extract from Ulysses
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I love the humour in this painting by Georgio de Chirico
and the message to keep striving in our own small way
and brief explanation of the tale of Ulysses here
Though much is taken, much abides;
and though we are not now that strength which in old days
moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts.
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
Click here for a wonderful video interview with the poet W.S. Merwin on the PBS Channel. (It won't let me embed it.) There is also a full transcript of the interview underneath the video.
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