It’s been a long time since my last post, friends. Thanks for still being here!
I have a guest author today, my oldest son, aged 11. He’d decided to practice some of the skills he’d learned reading The Boys Book: How to Be The Best At Everything, by Dominique Enright and Guy MacDonald. Lo and behold they have a section on writing poetry.
Here’s his two poem cycle in the nature genre or pastoral tradition:
The Lord’s joy
beats like hearts,
opens like clouds,
rises like suns,
waits to be found.
“How can the past and future be, when the past no longer is, and the future is not yet?” ~St. Augustine of Hippo
Each of our moments blossoms into memory,
bursts of fireworks the next atop the last;
they come from beyond our gaze,
star-shine at dusk.
These veils of time swirl around us
as wind in autumn,
each gust offering a pattern of shape and color:
red maple, orange oak.
As the breeze swishes past,
do we stand and reach, run and chase,
watch and pray, move and act?
We are bound and buoyed by possibility.
Now, the Everlasting Instant calls
and calls again for our right choosing;
it is All in All. And we, these flitting moments,
love our way through another season.