Friday, August 27, 2010

More Poetry

As mentioned in an earlier post, my wife has been putting together a poetry compilation. I had the task yesterday of proofreading 100 poems. It was a feast of language.

Here's a poem that speaks to a dangerous writer's journey:

New Every Morning

Every day is a fresh beginning
Listen my soul to the glad refrain
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.

Susan Coolidge
(January 29th 1835 - April 9th 1905)

(Susan Coolidge is best known for the classic children's novel What Katy Did.)

4 comments:

  1. I love that - and wrote down the last line for the fridge door. I could use that reminder each morning.

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  2. IN ADORATION

    There from behind the flowered hill
    Climbing ever higher,
    Bursts forth the sun from darkest night,
    A Monstrance spun of fire.

    Rosy clouds like angels’ wings
    At the Tabernacle’s door,
    Gather in the pale blue sky
    As a thousand springs before.

    In adoration wake the hills
    The sleeping bear, the rose,
    For every single thing that lives
    God’s loving kindness knows.

    And greets the day, that like the Mass,
    His very Presence brings,
    For Him the grateful flower blooms,
    To Him the wildbird sings !


    Kate Watkins Furman

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  3. THE HOLY CATHOLIC PRIEST

    I saw him climb the altar steps
    His white head bowed in prayer,
    His hands, those grace full hands of his,
    Bless all assembled there.

    And in his face, that holy face,
    I saw the years gone by,
    And all the love and sacrifice
    They meant for you and I.

    The Sacred Host, the Golden Cup
    Raised time and time again,
    The hallowed feet that rush to serve
    In ways that never end.

    We thank you, God, for this great gift,
    To say the very least,
    The incense of humanity
    The holy Catholic Priest.

    Kate Watkins Furman

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  4. ONE CHOSEN FROM ALL MEN

    When grapes grew sweet upon the vine
    And wheat was gold and tall,
    The child was born with grace full hands
    That heard the Master’s call
    To bless the bread, the cup of wine
    From sun to setting sun,
    And raise, transformed, before the world
    The Great Eternal One !

    Kate Watkins Furman

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