Monday, May 18, 2015
The following poem was translated by Cynthia and Saunders Davies.
The whole world is full of glory:
Here is the glory of created things,
the earth and the sky,
the sun and the moon,
the stars and the vast expanses:
Here is the fellowship
with all that was created,
the air and the wind,
cloud and rain,
sunshine and snow:
All life like the bubbling of a flowing river
and the dark currents of the depths of the sea
is full of glory.
The white waves of the breath of peace
on the mountains,
and the light striding
in the distances of the sea.
The explosion of the dawn wood-pigeons
and the fie of the sunset doves,
sheep and cattle at their grazing,
the joy of countless creeping things
as they blossom,
spider and ant
of nimble disposition
proclaim the riches of goodness.
The curse of life is to err.
The meadows and the yellow corn,
the slopes of the grape clusters,
the sweetness of the apple tree's fruit:
The provision on the tray
of the warm comely seasons
a part of each hard beginning:
The discretion that insists on respect
for all our partners —
all the creatures of our day
and our life in the world for ever.
Every land, every language,
became bread and wine:
at the beginning of journeys,
under its own fig tree —
the vision of a man and a maid.
the misunderstanding between man
and his world, becomes
a giving way to meaninglessness:
And perchance we shall see the dancing
in the halls of the atoms
and the meddling with their temperament
as an art of the soul.
The coal in the bowels of the vale,
the clear water of the valleys
and the energy of machines' atmosphere:
The secret of fresh airs —
old meanings a cold well:
The delicate breeze
like the sun on the seagull's belly
(unless we spit the original terror of sin on it all)
resounded the Gloria of praise.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. His latest poetry collection, Conspiracy of Light: Poems Inspired by the Legacy of C.S. Lewis, is available from Wipf & Stock as is his earlier award-winning collection, Poiema.