It is very gray here in Charlottesville, but so far we've been spared the storms that are choking the mid-west and northeast. Even without big winter blizzards, February is dreary and can choke the spirit. Events in our world, from Egypt to Australia, feel grim and dire this week.I looked through my treasure-trove of poems from our friend Karen in Tennessee, and came across this that she sent last summer; she is a little busy lately with the arrival of her second child, Sophia ("Wisdom" -- how apt!) and hasn't had time to send many poems. May many blessings fill your day and keep you warm . . .
The Love of Morning
By Denise Levertov
It is hard sometimes to drag ourselves
back to the love of morning
after we've lain in the dark crying out
O God, save us from the horror . . . .
God has saved the world one more day
even with its leaden burden of human evil;
we wake to birdsong.
And if sunlight's gossamer lifts in its net
the weight of all that is solid,
our hearts, too, are lifted,
swung like laughing infants;
but on gray mornings,
all incident - our own hunger,
the dear tasks of continuance,
the footsteps before us in the earth's
beloved dust, leading the way - all,
is hard to love again
for we resent a summons
that disregards our sloth, and this
calls us, calls us.
