1st Sun Advent B
Sunday 29th November 2020

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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
Under nets to keep the birds at bay.

No less gluttonness we feast.
Adjourned to evening’s parlour,

sated with us
the house expands.

Conor appears with wine.
We sit on the verandah daring mosquitos

daring the future to arrive
with its histamine insistence, its leaden promise.

The moon is almost full, I am tempted
to paint my lips with strawberry juice

as if a child. Remembering cherry earrings,
the nets that kept my curls at bay,

a hand on my cheek, mornings
urged from bed to go to mass,

a delight in stained glass, an allergy to statues,
I sink into Tillie’s alto and Grace’s bass

and Luke’s timid soprano feeling the house
shift, tap its baton and draw into its ambit

the gaze and voice
of all who lived and prayed here.

I want to say but cannot say:
the place has breath;

it teaches me to breathe.

Anne Elvey From Stolen Heath Melbourne Poets Union 2009 Copyright. Anne Elvey Used with kind permission.