Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. (Psalm 126:5) You’ll be glad to hear your tree is sprouting leaves and in the midst of blossom, tiny fruit. Your little brother’s learning all the names for almond, flowering gum and bottlebrush; yet you by now will know far more than this. TheContinue reading “Bloom”

Wheatsheaf (Glenroy Lent #3)

Some hands hold their stories tight; others hold them open, to say, Here I came when the war was done, or, Here I lost my mother. Hands cupped like hearts line the street; stories filling houses beat. Old street names speak of sheaves of wheat; some go out weeping, some sing, some, sleeping, dream ofContinue reading “Wheatsheaf (Glenroy Lent #3)”

Expectation (The Cornucopia of Heaven)

Expectation After J.S. Bach, “Mass in B Minor: Et Expecto Resurrectionem”   We              begin           small: a kernel        dropping        to soil a weak          and fickle      seed a broken        passing         moment dust                          expectantly,                                   expectant… of what           breaks forth                               in trumpet-shower,             in polyphonic spring,                        Continue reading “Expectation (The Cornucopia of Heaven)”

Prayers of Intercession (Cornucopia of Heaven)

Prayers of Intercession After Felix Mendelssohn, “Veni Domine, Op.39”   Veni Domine, et noli tardare. Come, Lord, and do not delay. (Traditional prayer)   With empty horn and plaintive voice:                 Veni domine, we cry. Sunk in mire, sunk in self:               Et noli tardare. Our earth is cracked, our reservoirs dry:             Veni domine,Continue reading “Prayers of Intercession (Cornucopia of Heaven)”

The Cornucopia of Heaven – Prayer of Preparation

Prayer of Preparation After Gustav Holst, “Psalm 86: To My Humble Supplication” Teach my dullness, guide my blindness (Joseph Bryan) We begin small – a seed, a pod, a bud, soon bursting, soon breaking out into light. Hear strings rise. Hear spirits lift their weary, slowing hands. See the sun open up the day. SeeContinue reading “The Cornucopia of Heaven – Prayer of Preparation”

First Things Last (After “Incorrigible Grace”)

For my next response to Les Murray’s poetry, I’ve chosen a deceptively simple four-line poem as my starting point. I suspect Murray’s poem speaks for itself. I hope that mine does too. First Things Last (After “Incorrigible Grace”) Saint Vincent de Paul, old friend, my sometime tailor, I daresay by now you are feeding theContinue reading “First Things Last (After “Incorrigible Grace”)”