Entered for a poetry competition organised by my parish.
And we were once again the Israelites,
Lost in the desert, driven with our tents
Into lean lives for forty days and nights,
With fear for foe. But from that lengthiest Lent’s
Bright soundless skies
There fell strange manna, semi-sacraments:
Unsullied sunlight, bolder birdsong, the surprise
Of spring’s long-hoped-for leaf-burst jubilee;
New green, new gilding, seen with clearer eyes.
And more: the Gospel-truths shown differently,
How we are all one body, and how light
In shadow only shines more radiantly.
Let quiet thanks, although there is in sight
No end of troubles in the years ahead,
Be given for the easing of our plight,
And for our brethren, all whose souls were led
Out of this world of mingled grace and vice,
Let Requiems be said,
That by the Lord’s love, and His sacrifice,
They may see Paradise.
And we were once again the Israelites,
Lost in the desert, driven with our tents
Into lean lives for forty days and nights,
With fear for foe. But from that lengthiest Lent’s
Bright soundless skies
There fell strange manna, semi-sacraments:
Unsullied sunlight, bolder birdsong, the surprise
Of spring’s long-hoped-for leaf-burst jubilee;
New green, new gilding, seen with clearer eyes.
And more: the Gospel-truths shown differently,
How we are all one body, and how light
In shadow only shines more radiantly.
Let quiet thanks, although there is in sight
No end of troubles in the years ahead,
Be given for the easing of our plight,
And for our brethren, all whose souls were led
Out of this world of mingled grace and vice,
Let Requiems be said,
That by the Lord’s love, and His sacrifice,
They may see Paradise.
Vaulting above One Island Pond, 29th May, 2020. |