In her book, “This War is the Passion” , Caryll Houselander writes: “The modern world has opposed poetry. A mechanized world, a world of greed, a world at war, hard youth, art itself soulless and hard, all this is against poetry, the wonder of life. Christ keeps poetry alive in the world, in its essence and in its outward form. The Liturgy of the Church is the form in which Christ, God’s word of love, is sung continuously. There is the rhythm of Christ, the Christ-voice, the continual utterance of the Word on earth. Rhythm is not mere repetition. It is the gathering of energy to the culmination of its own intensity. It moves in a cycle, spending its life only in renewing it. The rhythm of Christ is love moving on a circle of light from birth to death, from death to resurrection.”
Many decades later, we find ourselves in an ever-more mechanized world, overwhelmed by technology, still filled with greed and war; but the cycle of life continues, and the wonder, the soul, is there for all who have eyes to see and ears to hear. Christ’s poetry is ever-present – His rhythms, His cycles, His circle of Life. Christ’s poets, in tune with His rhythms and cycles, with His very Life within them, restore our wonder, refresh our spirits, and replenish our souls.
One such poet is fellow-blogger Ann, of Poetry, Prayer, and Praise. Ann’s poetic gift is well-known to her readers, inspiring reflection, meditation, and the simple joy of soaking in the beauty of her imagery. Much to our delight, Ann has recently published a book of her poetry entitled, “The Blueness Above: Poetry, Prayer and Praise“. All proceeds from the sale of her book are generously being donated to worthy causes, so from Ann’s poetry, we have blessings all around. After months of reading Ann’s poems on her blog, I would be hard-pressed to choose a favourite, but let me leave you with a small sample (readers may see several of the included poems by clicking on the preview button at the Lulu site to which I have linked).
A Time for Praise
There is one God,
One who loves and goes on loving
One whose love abounds.
He is here and near
As He once was yonder and hither,
He breathes life into the day
And warmth into the darkness.
His is the light that floods the heavens,
His strength is in the tides
And His mercy streams from age to age,
His is the voice of the bleating lamb,
The beauty of a hillside trapped in light,
The river in its rage;
There is a God
And now as ever is a time for praise.
[The second picture is Ann’s back cover.]