Saturday, November 16, 2013

Lord, we will go because you call us





















The Love of Morning

It is hard sometimes to drag ourselves
back to the love of morning
after we've lain in the dark crying out
O God, save us from the horror . . .

God has saved the world
one more day
even with its leaden burden of human evil;
we wake to birdsong.
And if sunlight's gossamer lifts in its net
the weight of all that is solid,
our hearts, too, are lifted,
swung like laughing infants;

but on gray mornings,
all incident — our own hunger,
the dear tasks of continuance,
the footsteps before us in the earth's
beloved dust, leading the way — all,
is hard to love again
for we resent a summons
that disregards our sloth, and this
calls us, calls us.

-Denise Levertov, "The Love of Morning"

Friday, September 13, 2013

Wednesday, August 14, 2013