A surprise spoken word of my poem, Not What, by Elizabeth to commemorate her beloved father’s birthday on April 27. Please visit her website to listen and to appreciate all her literary offerings.
Rebecca Budd has yet again honored me by reading a recent poem. Visit her blog and enjoy her enthusiasm for literature. She always revives mine. We appreciate your love, Lady Budd aka Clanmother! https://rebeccasreadingroom.ca
Who spoke into being
Who lavishes light
upon our eyes
and deepens shadow
for rest at night?
Who cries out wisdom,
the way of love?
the heart with law?
Who calls each one
by our secret name
that none but Him
has ever heard?
Who is and has
the first and last?
Not what, but who.
Photo of Triangulum Galaxy (M33) by NASA/Hubble
MARY TREASURED ALL THESE THINGS
AND PONDERED THEM IN HER HEART.
THE WORD BECAME FLESH
AND MADE HIS DWELLING AMONG US.
“And now you will be silent and unable to speak until the day this comes to pass, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled at their proper time.” (Luke 1:20) The incredulous reaction of Zechariah to Gabriel’s words concerning John the Baptist is in sharp contrast with that of Mary, and somewhat with Joseph.
“Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and was unwilling to disgrace her publicly, he resolved to divorce her quietly…But after he had pondered these things, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream…When Joseph woke up, he did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him…” (Matthew 1:19-24)
Here are two extremely blessed men with varying degrees of skepticism which turns into belief at a different pace. Also, Joseph trusted a dream, whereas Zechariah was awake! It’s interesting to contrast their immediate reactions with those of Mary and Elizabeth, whose humbler station in life possibly accounts for their grasp of redemption more quickly. Honestly? I identify with Zechariah…skeptical, hesitant, slower to realization. Terrified actually.
Mary was truly more like Abraham!
Art by Alexander Andreyevich Ivanov (c. 1840)
Mary’s cousin Elizabeth asks, “And why am I so honored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?” Mary replies, “… For He has looked with favor on the humble state of His servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed. For the Mighty One has done great things for me. Holy is His name … Mary stayed with Elizabeth for about three months and then returned home.” (Gospel of Luke, Chapter 1:39-56)
The joy of these two women! Also the joy of an unborn, leaping John the Baptist in his first official act of heralding! Love, courage, mercy and justice meet here. The story of Mary’s song and their visit is found uniquely in the Gospel of Luke. Did you know Søren Kierkegaard regarded Mary as a “Knight of Faith,” just like Abraham? (See Fear and Trembling, written under Kierkegaard’s pseudonym, Johannes de Silentio)
Scene from the film, The Nativity Story (2006)
“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May it happen to me according to your word.” Then the angel left her. (Luke 1:38)
Painting by Henry Ossawa Tanner (1859-1937) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Ossawa_Tanner
So very many
Fathers in nature
Fathers who sing
Fathers by nature
Fathers of faith
Father of Light
Father of the Son
Father always with me
Our Father, the One
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
Mother I never knew,
every time I see the ocean,
These haiku are among my favorites by Issa. Robert Hass, author of The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō, Buson, & Issa, (HarperCollins, 1994) is an excellent editor and translator. Background material for each poet is so comprehensive, I’m walking and observing alongside them. Every precious moment and memory feels familiar, whether I’ve experienced them or not. It’s comforting to know not every haiku they wrote was great.
Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827) “. . . has been described as a Whitman or Neruda in miniature, probably because his poems teem with creaturely life. . . His main English translator, a Scot, compares him to Robert Burns. . . And in other ways Issa’s sensibility resembles that of Charles Dickens—the humor and pathos, the sense of a childhood wound, the willingness to be silly and downright funny, and the fierceness about injustice.”
Neotropic cormorants by Alan D. Wilson @ Nature’s Pics Online