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This series of Lenten posts will be a journey of forty days but less than forty steps I’m afraid.
I am reading Esther Morgan’s wonderful collection of poetry Grace, which I thoroughly recommend. The title poem speaks to me of the sense of space that Lenten discipline seems, paradoxically, to give.
Grace
You’ve been living for this for weeks
without knowing it:
the moment the house empties like a city in August
so completely
it forgets you exist.
Light withdraws slowly
is almost gone before you notice.
In the stillness, everything becomes itself:
the circle of white plates on the kitchen table
the serious chairs that attend them
even the roses on the papered walls
seem to open a little wider.
It looks simple: the glass vase holding
whatever is offered –
cut flowers, or the thought of them –
simple, though not easy
this waiting without hunger in the near dark
for what you may be about to receive.
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This poem by Esther Morgan is fantastic, Andy.
Comment by The Solitary Walker March 3, 2012 @ 5:42 pm