Sunday, November 25, 2007

A poem for fast-approaching Advent

Withered leaves panic
Before the knives of wind.
They scurry directionless,
Longing for peace,
Burial in a swansdown of flurries.
Deadblown, yet swirled into false life,
Their nature calls for a return to earth--
To become bits and pieces of the kingdom
From which new life will grow.

Darkness drives down the sun,
Loosing the night cold as blue metal;
Together we beg the return of fire
And you hear, O Lord.
Sun's slow revolve enthrones a
Little one on wood warmed with straw.
Childbirth is risky--he comes
As he goes
In a rush of blood and water.
In the night, with loaves and wine,
We become the little one;
Blood brothers and water sisters,
Bits and pieces of the kingdom.

- "Leaves in Solstice"
Dennis Kennedy

4 comments:

Terri said...

Oh, nice...good poem for the season!

Jan said...

Good, good poem. And I love that e.e.cummings poem you have up on the side! Oh, poetry can be so wonderful.

I like the thought of you dreaming to be an Episcopal Priest. I once did, but since I'm over 20 years older than you, I'm too old.

Diane M. Roth said...

I'm with Jan, about both poems. The one posted for the 25th is wonderful as the season approaches.

Di said...

Lovely.