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Monday, August 3, 2015

AUGUST 3, A poem by May Sarton

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a place of winter For the Years of Winter…

A poem by May Sarton, [1912-1995] entitled “August Third.”

These days
Lifting myself up
Like a heavy weight,
Old camel getting to her knees,
I think of my mother
And the inexhaustible flame
That kept her alive
Until she died.

She knew all about fatigue
And how one pushes it aside
For staking up the lilies
Early in the morning,
The way one pushes it aside
For a friend in need,
For a hungry cat.

Mother, be with me,
Today on your birthday
I am older than you were
When you died
Thirty-five years ago.
Thinking of you
The old camel gets to her knees,
Stands up,
Moves forward slowly
Into the new day.

If you taught me one thing
It was never to fail life.


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