1st Sun Advent B
Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.
This Sunday's Poetry
The first strawberries of spring appear
No less gluttonness we feast.
sated with us
Conor appears with wine.
daring the future to arrive
The moon is almost full, I am tempted
as if a child. Remembering cherry earrings,
a hand on my cheek, mornings
a delight in stained glass, an allergy to statues,
and Luke’s timid soprano feeling the house
the gaze and voice
I want to say but cannot say:
it teaches me to breathe.
Anne Elvey From Stolen Heath Melbourne Poets Union 2009 Copyright. Anne Elvey Used with kind permission.