I listened again today
as I'd listened inside me all week
at what God had to say
through the lesson that's set for today.
It's the moment unspeakable
unrepeatable
when first the risen Christ appears
and you imagine it was you
that saw him through your tears.
You imagine it was you
that simply wasn't there,
and tried hard not to care
through not believing,
but who, believing, worshipped.
All this I thought upon,
in a well-worn groove.
But this time I heard too
the alternative to Pentecost,
the simple breath,
the plain command, receive,
and that confident word,
"If you forgive..."
A lovely meditation in this poem Jenny, in which I hear the power of your new realisation slowly coming to you. Lovely. Today I have been looking at Van Gogh at the Royal Academy, with his words, reflections upon his work. It is like walking through poetry and deep thoughts into another dimension. A walk with beauty.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sally. I'd just finished commenting on your Van Gogh poem when I read this comment, so nice timing! A walk with beauty indeed - your poem and Vincent will always go together in my mind now!
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