This week’s poem is ‘The Sun’ by Mary Oliver
Have you ever seen
in your life
than the way the sun,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone –
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance –
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love –
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world –
or have you too
As churches across the country reopen for socially-distanced worship and private prayer, we’ve found ‘Church Going’ by Philip Larkin particularly pertinent. It includes the wonderful lines:
It pleases me to stand in silence here…
… A serious house on serious earth it is
Two of our other favourite poems for this challenging time are printed in full below, but why not also take a look at:
Deflections in early summer, by Betty Shepherd
How Quiet, by Judith Harris
The Way It Is, by William Stafford
In the Dark (Robin Fulton Macpherson, b. 1937)
God said: Let the dark be dark.
Let the stars shine properly.
And let the darkness with no stars
heal the damage caused by light.
Men said: Let there be light all
night through, where there is no-one
much or no-one at all, let
the gathered haze from street-lamps,
undying brand-names, full-blaze
stain the undersides of clouds
even when nights are cloudless.
God said: Light itself needs rest.
Some things are best seen, unseen,
in darkness unhindered by
Great Light. Me, for example.
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.
A theological thought about the impact of the Coronavirus on both society at large and our own spiritual journeys – produced by the Friends of St Levan, in Cornwall.