"Joyful Curmudgeon" An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the same
time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the world, and feel
called to help expose and end it so that we may have true peace and compassion.
Although this poem (one of my favorites) by the American poet Emily Dickinson refers to summer’s end, I’ve decided to use it in today’s Blog – even though it’s springtime here!
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, —
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
For more poems by Emily Dickinson and a short biography, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetry/dickinson_emily.html
For a collection of poetry and stories, visit:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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