Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Seeing the Tapestry at Angers for a second time


 
On seeing the Peaceful face of God and the Sleep of the Just
In the Tapestry of the Apocalypse at the Castle of Angers
 
Was weighed down,
Weary, with worldly woe
When wondrous
Warp and weft
Won me.
 
Oh to sleep so,
Sweetest, sainted
Sleep!
 
Then to awake in
Soaring, searing sunlight
Of pure, perfected love.
 
Golden Jerusalem!
 
With the love of friends
All around,
And beautiful,
Beloved
Lord Christ
Woven into
Everything,
And forever
Before my eyes,
Blessing me
In bliss.
 
March 2014 

Springtime hope












Silent no more in yet naked boughs
Perch pigeons, courting; while starlings, swifts
Rival rooks and crows
In skilful springtime song:
Not stinting in their lilting, warbling, chirping.
Gone the cold cruelty of dark days,
The silent brooding,
Interminable rain, thick clouds that
Mar sight of future joys. But now, at last,
Eternal summer is promised by the shout of yellow daffodils.