Entries categorized as poetry

Poems for Christmas: BC:AD

On December 22, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 4 Comments
This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the moment when nothingHappened. Only dull peaceSprawled boringly over the earth. This was the moment when even energetic RomansCould find nothing better to doThan counting heads in remote provinces. And this was the momentWhen a few farm workers and threeMembers of an More...

poems for Christmas: mary’s song

On December 9, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 2 Comments
My book on Advent and Christmas (Order from Amazon, or from the publisher) includes a good bit of poetry; one of the poems that inspired me concerning Mary’s story is this lovely poem by Luci Shaw: Blue homespun and the bend of my breastkeep warm this small hot naked starfallen to my arms. (Rest …you More...

poems for Christmas: the journey of the magi

On December 8, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 3 Comments
When writing Beginnings and Endings (a book for Advent and Christmas, available from Amazon, or from the publisher ) I drew inspiration from many poets, including T S Eliot.  This poem was written in 1927, and is believed to reflect Eliot’s own journey from agnosticism to faith. The journey of the Magi A cold coming we had More...

the angel and the girl are met

On December 6, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 1 Comment
(Edit, September 2007: My recently published Advent book contains more on this poem and other poems and bible readings for Advent – Order from Amazon, or from the publisher Edwin Muir's lovely poem gently suggests a deep and leisurely meeting between heaven and earth at the Annunciation, a touching intimacy between divine and human. The More...
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poetry

On December 4, 2006 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
"All poetry is a love affair with language…" Gaston Miron More...
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The Slip

On December 1, 2006 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
this poem by Wendell Berry seems especially suitable for Advent: The river takes the land, and leaves nothing. Where the great slip gave way in the bank and an acre disappeared, all human plans dissolve. An awful clarification occurs where a place was. Its memory breaks from what is known now, begins to drift. Where cattle grazed and trees stood, emptiness widens the More...
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an artist, never made for soldiering

On November 27, 2006 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
After worst of weeks she put an endto all her rum•pa•pum•pumming. The tell-tale catatonic stare betrayed an ocean swelling inside of her. Time to rest the heart and stop the mind. The wise and old familiar chairstuffed with words to comfort her. Poor dear… she’s an artist, you see, and was never made for soldiering. More...
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married to amazement…

On November 3, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 5 Comments
When death comes When death comeslike the hungry bear in autumnwhen death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;when death comeslike the measle pox; when death comeslike an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;what is it going to More...
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Reading the Everyday

On October 3, 2006 / By maggi dawn / 4 Comments
John Davies on top form in Third Way this month. Challenging the seductive idea that we need to rebel against ordinariness and seek the extraordinary – in life and in faith – he looks at how, if we take the time to read the ordinary, the local, the unremarkable, there are riches of life to More...

Dead Woman

On September 25, 2006 / By maggi dawn / Comments Off
I post this poem, one of my favourites because of its simplicity, for someone in my community who is mourning a death this week. Forgive me If you are not living If you, beloved, my love,If you have diedAll the leaves will fall on my breast It will rain on my soul all night, all More...
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