Last night I shared a quiet poem with you
About the rain. I want to turn to it again,
Considering how challenging it’s been
To simply let it be and see it through.
I want to understand it better though
Just as the sound of it cannot explain
The source of it, or how, time and again,
By every quiet word of it, we grow.
God visits earth and waters it with rain
And makes us rich. God fills the river full
Of rain, then fills the furrowed land
With grain. And in each field God takes the soil
And softens every ridge, that we may know
To praise the one from whom all blessings flow.
This greets my favorite season with bliss! Thank you, Jon and Cara, beyond the wonder of an autumn in America I haven't seen since 1993, beyond the waterfalls God spots in ways we need to affirm baptismal promise and surprise.
ReplyDeletePsalm 65 is wonderful, as is Psalm 23 that we sang to this morning and Matthew 26 for a Gospel-based homily. I read this poem referring to the latter at a good-bye party to our writers' group at Globe bookstore: http://lostmenagerie.blogspot.cz/2017/10/apologizing-for-family-tree.html
For what we're doing on the Symposia, I also crafted this poem I'll present with Dad (more than Mom) in mind: http://lostmenagerie.blogspot.cz/2017/10/apologizing-for-family-tree.html
At poem #267, I'm thinking more and more of the almanac that I hope will happen in two-years' time: VoldLamkenAlmanac.com
Categories would include, of course (in no particular order):
Psalms
Sports
Specific animals
Heritage
Gospel and Godspell
Geography
Stories inchoate
Legacies lost and found
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love,
dan
Knew I'd botch that double link--I meant the second to be http://lostmenagerie.blogspot.cz/2017/11/switch-hitters.html
ReplyDeleteFor the record, I can't remember talking to Dad about Roy Smalley or any switch-hitters, for that matter. But I think poetic license serves very well in this instance...