Friday, March 28, 2014

Our Poem for the Fourth Sunday in Lent

   March Mad”
                               by May Sarton

The strangely radiant skies have come
To lift us out of winter’s gloom,
A paler more transparent blue,
A softer gold light on fresh snow.
It is a naked time that bares
Our lightly worn-down hopes and cares,
And sets us listening for frogs,
And sends us to seed catalogues
To bury our starved eyes and noses
In an extravagance of roses,
And order madly at this season
When we have had enough of reason.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Our Lenten Poem for the Week

By expenditure of hope,
Intelligence, and work,
You think you have it fixed.
It is unfixed by rule.
Within the darkness, all
Is being changed, and you
Also will be changed

Now I recall to mind
A costly year; Jane Kenyon,
Bill Lippert, Phillip Sherrard,
All in the same spring dead,
So much compansionship
Gone as the river goes.

 But won’t you be ashamed
To count the passing year
At it’s mere cost, your debt
Inevitably paid?

For every year is costly,
As you know well.  Nothing
Is given that is not
Taken, and nothing taken
That was not first a gift.

The gift is balanced by
Its total loss, and yet
And yet the light breaks in,
Heaven seizing it’s moments
That are at once its own
And yours.

By Wendall Barry