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from Ode: Intimations of Immortality

Tom Elenbaas

From Wordsworth:

...The rainbow comes and goes,      10
And lovely is the rose;     
The moon doth with delight     
Look round her when the heavens are bare;     
Waters on a starry night     
Are beautiful and fair;      15
The sunshine is a glorious birth;     
But yet I know, where'er I go,     
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth...

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day     
            Is lovely yet;     200
The clouds that gather round the setting sun     
Do take a sober colouring from an eye     
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;     
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.     
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,     205
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,     
To me the meanest flower that blows can give     
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.


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The Foolishness of God

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Perform impossibilities
or perish. Thrust out now
the unseasonal ripe figs
among your leaves. Expect
the mountain to be moved.

Hate parents, friends and all
materiality. Love every enemy.
Forgive more times than seventy-seven.
Camel-like, squeeze by
into the kingdom through
the needle’s eye. All fear quell.

Hack off your hand, or else
unbloodied, go to hell.
Thus the divine unreason.
Despairing now, you cry
with earthy logic – How?

And I, you God, reply:
Leap from your weedy shallows.
Dive into the moving water.
Eyeless, learn to see
truly. Find in my folly your
true sanity. Then Spirit-driven,
run on my narrow way, sure
as a child. Probe, hold
my unhealed hand, and
bloody, enter heaven.

Luci Shaw, in A Widening Light: Poems of the Incarnation, 1 Corinthians 1:20-25


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of Dust and Angels

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Bending downHe touched and gathered dust Molded in between careful fingers And shaped slowly, carefully.

An artist’s sight Captures what cannot be seen And only imagines What could be.

Dust dirt water. Mud clay lump. Press smear pinch. Stop smile breath.

Dust filled with divine exhale Filled by breath full of life Now breaths and bursts alive Eyes open and everything is new.

The One bending down Releases His living poetry Now straightening his new body To walk, stand, run, and skip.

Exalted from dust to life Raised just below heaven Kings of the earth Crowned with glory.

From dust to angels.


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