Everything Rushes

[Guest guest]

Dear friends,

 

This poem by Sister Jessica Powers, a carmelite from Wisconsin, encountered for

the

first time this morning, illuminates.

 

andrew

 

 

Everything Rushes

 

The brisk blue morning whisked in with a thought:

everything in creation rushes, rushes

toward God-tall trees, small bushes,

quick birds and fish, the beetles, round as naught,

 

eels in the water, deer on forest floor,

what sits in trees, what burrows underground,

what wriggles to declare life must abound,

and we, the spearhead that run on before,

 

and lesser things to which life cannot come:

our work, our words that move toward the

Unmoved,

whatever can be touched, used, handled, loved-

all, all are rushing on ad terminum.

 

So I, with eager voice and news-flushed face,

cry to those caught in comas, stupors, sleeping:

come, everything is running

flying,

leaping,

hurtling through time!

And we are in this race

[Guest guest]

 

andrew macnab [a.macnab]

 

Dear friends,

 

This poem by Sister Jessica Powers, a carmelite from Wisconsin, encountered

for the

first time this morning, illuminates.

 

andrew

 

 

So I, with eager voice and news-flushed face,

cry to those caught in comas, stupors, sleeping:

come, everything is running

flying,

leaping,

hurtling through time!

And we are in this race

____________

Thank you Andrew for that beautiful poem from Sister Jessica Powers

"Everything Rushes". Reminds me of a verse from a poem of mine written long

ago ---- perhaps because the urgency itself has been consumed but there is a

knowing that the "rush" has its own nature.

 

 

Still and Silent I have kept

Loved you very quietly

from a distance while you slept

Know that one day this love of mine

will overtake; it must.

Nothing much I can do because

inevitably this Heart will burst

Being much too full for too long

with unsung lullabies and songs

But I am only too content

to just let it go like that.

 

Harsha

[Guest guest]

<hluthar@b...> wrote:

 

In response to Andrew's poem by Sister Jessica Powers, Harshaji wrote

back some two years ago -

 

Dear friends,

 

This poem by Sister Jessica Powers, a carmelite from Wisconsin,

encountered

for the

first time this morning, illuminates.

 

andrew

 

 

So I, with eager voice and news-flushed face,

cry to those caught in comas, stupors, sleeping:

come, everything is running

flying,

leaping,

hurtling through time!

And we are in this race

____________

 

 

Thank you Andrew for that beautiful poem from Sister Jessica Powers

"Everything Rushes". Reminds me of a verse from a poem of mine

written long

ago ---- perhaps because the urgency itself has been consumed but

there is a

knowing that the "rush" has its own nature.

 

 

Still and Silent I have kept

Loved you very quietly

from a distance while you slept

Know that one day this love of mine

will overtake; it must.

Nothing much I can do because

inevitably this Heart will burst

Being much too full for too long

with unsung lullabies and songs

But I am only too content

to just let it go like that.

 

Harsha

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie