Sunday, March 15, 2020

An Evening in Lent - virus-free poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

An Evening in Lent

Spring – it’s as if Creation begins again
Pale yellow oak pollen in little strings
From feathering leaves beginning to spread
Floats down the wind as if looking for love

The Annunciation, that quarter-day
With the Angel’s sacred Salutation
Anchors the year with equinoctial hope
Into the future, balancing the past

Dusk – and the clouds are as stones rolled away
By a soft, unseen, inexorable breath

7 comments:

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Thank you!

Several years ago I re-read THE LORD OF THE RINGS for Lent, which in the event stretched out for three Lenten seasons, but it was just right. Tolkien's epic is laden with Christian allusions and connects with the liturgical seasons, which adds to the awe.

Verlie Burroughs said...

I read Lord of the Rings, and the Hobbit, my friends used to call me Orc (they probably still do)?

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Good grief! Why? Did you hang out with motivational speakers?

Verlie Burroughs said...

Good question. I guess I was a bit of a contrarian, I can't remember how it got started.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

A contrarian - good on you!


“Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness, whether it's a faith in Soloviev, or Kant, or Marx. Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently.”

― Boris Pasternak, DOCTOR ZHIVAGO

Verlie Burroughs said...

Aw thanks. Pretty solitary now with social distancing the new norm. How's it over your way?

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

It's okay. The shelves of the one real grocery in town are thin but not yet bare - they've still got some Wolf Brand Chili and rice. But we always keep full larders and bins, and so this is not a crisis for us. We have not yet been commanded to avoid each other, so tomorrow I'm off for lunch in a crowded Denny's with another old geezer. The latest fashionable panic is for cash, which I do not keep around the house, so I'd better visit the bank tomorrow for some walking-around money.

The prison system is banning all visitors, including us volunteers, and the schools are closed, so all my volunteer activities are gone.

"I'll read, I'll write, I think I'll learn to fish..." - St. Thomas More, after losing his job (at least in the movie)