Friday, November 16, 2018

‘Wind’


Were you there,
In the beginning,
In the garden,
When the Lord saw that
Everything was very good?

What did you see there?
How did it look
In the days before sin,
When the world was fair and young,
The stars, the sea, a stag?

They lie on the other side
Of a chasm from us.
But you bring us tidings
Of them, when you gently
Sway the leaf-bearing limb
Swathed in sunlight,
When you lift the lock
Of a lady’s hair,
When you waft to our noses
The paradisal
Fragrance of flowers.

But even these greetings
Are gone from us now,
As we flee further
From the garden
Into sealed enclosures
Where you cannot reach us,
Servants of the Information Age,
Toiling in a twelve-by-twelve world,
Manipulating binary bits
All the day and all the night.

Our only notice of you comes
When evil powers cruelly use you
To fordo:  the sudden gust
Of a thunderstorm,
The spiral gales
Of twister and hurricane.

The day is spent;
The sun has set;
The evening breeze is blowing.
Were you there?
In the beginning?
I feel your breath
Cool against my skin
And know that you were.

--

Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!

No comments:

Post a Comment