This is
November—gray, drizzling, chilly, depressing.
I wish it
were May—sunny, dazzling, warm, uplifting.
Uh oh,
whatever happened to my favorite poem by e.e. cummings?
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly
spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of ears awake and
now the eyes of eyes are opened)
How could I
doubt that God is here in the gray drizzle of November, any less than in the
dazzling warmth of May?
May the dark dormancy of winter bring the vibrant life
of spring.
May each of
us enjoy the darkness, the quiet, the down time now, and the light and chatter
of spring to come.
God is here.
We are God’s beloved in every time, in every temperature and every color.
AMEN.
Sr. Nancy Kordenbrock, OSB
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteDear sister thank you for reminding us of e.e.cummings' exuberance. Seasons differ, in the United States we have the thanksgiving festival recreating the old festival of Jerusalem, recalling all thanksgivings from the beginning of our ability to think, in England the autumn has given place to dark afternoons, welcome cups of sweet tea and biscuits, and rain, and in Japan we have the glory of the momiji maples and sunny days crisp and cold, I ought to mention some other places, what is it like in Ethiopia, or in the old capital of Axum? I was reading about the kings of Ethiopia who trace their line to Solomon, will they be allowed to return? Surely we need holy sovereigns. Psalm 65 is the right word for this time of year, the corn is gathered in, the Turkeys have given everything, and pumpkins are now smiling less wickedly than before. God bless the Harvest Home. God bless the family OSB amen. Merry Christmas!
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