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To: Lady Jag; All
A Prayer On Going Into My House
by William Butler Yeats

GOD grant a blessing on this tower and cottage
And on my heirs, if all remain unspoiled,
No table or chair or stool not simple enough
For shepherd lads in Galilee; and grant
That I myself for portions of the year
May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing
But what the great and passionate have used
Throughout so many varying centuries
We take it for the norm; yet should I dream
Sinbad the sailor's brought a painted chest,
Or image, from beyond the Loadstone Mountain,
That dream is a norm; and should some limb of the Devil
Destroy the view by cutting down an ash
That shades the road, or setting up a cottage
Planned in a government office, shorten his life,
Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom.

962 posted on 02/11/2007 7:48:19 AM PST by Soaring Feather (I Soar, cause I can....)
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To: Soaring Feather

 

 

 

Morningside Cathedral

Thomas Berry

 

 We have heard in this Cathedral

Bach's Passion

The Lamentations of Jeremiah

Ancient experiences of darkness over the earth

Light born anew

 

 

But now, darkness deeper than even God

Can reach with a quick healing power

 

 

What sound,

What song,

What cry appropriate

What cry can bring a healing

When a million year rainfall

 

 

Can hardly wash away the life destroying stain?

 

 

 What sound?

Listen -- earth sound

Listen -- the wind through the hemlock

Listen -- the owl's soft hooting

in the winter night

Listen -- the wolf -- wolf song

Cry of distant meanings

woven into a seamless sound

Never before has the cry of the wolf expressed such meaning

On the winter mountainside

Morningside

This cry our revelation

As the sun sinks lower in the sky

Over our wounded world

 

 

The meaning of the moment

And the healing of the wound

Are there in a single cry

 

 

A throat open wide

For the wild sacred sound

Of some Great Spirit

 

 

A Gothic sound -- come down from the beginning of time

If only humans could hear

 

 

 How see the wolf as guardian spirit

As saviour guide?

Our Jeremiah, telling us,

not about the destruction of

Jerusalem or its temple

Our Augustine, telling us,

not about the destruction of Rome and civilization

Our Bach,

telling us not about the Passion of Christ in ancient times,

But about the Passion of Earth in our times?

 

 

Wolf -- our earth, our Christ, ourselves.

 

 

 The arch of the Cathedral itself takes on the shape

Of the uplifted throat of the wolf

Lamenting out present destiny

Beseeching humankind

To bring back the sun

To let the flowers bloom in the meadows,

The rivers run through the hills

And let the Earth

And all its living creatures

Live their

Wild,

Fierce,

Serene

And Abundant life.

 

Excerpts

© Thomas Berry, December 1983

Reproduced with the permission of the author

 


965 posted on 02/11/2007 12:22:35 PM PST by Lady Jag (A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
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