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.
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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