Tuesday November 12<\/p>\n
The march of the sunrise heading south across our northern sky stirs my blood on sunny mornings as autumn ripens. From my end of campus where the big parking lot opens a wide sky scape, it rose about half way between McNichols and the Northeast corner of Calihan Hall. At the December solstice, if we are lucky enough for a sunny dawn, it will rise right over the corner of Calihan. Sweet.<\/p>\n
Here’s another Denise Levertov about the Christian metaphor “Lamb of God.”<\/p>\n
Have a good day.<\/p>\n
john sj<\/p>\n
Given that lambs are infant sheep, This pretty creature, vigorous to nuzzle at milky dugs, What terror lies concealed in strangest words, God then, encompassing all things, is defenseless? And we frightened, bored, wanting only to sleep So be it. Tuesday November 12 The march of the sunrise heading south across our northern sky stirs my blood on sunny mornings as autumn ripens. From my end of campus where the big parking lot opens a wide sky scape, it rose … Continue reading
\nAgnus Dei by Denise Levertov<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nthat sheep are afraid and foolish,
\nand lack the means of self-protection,
\nhaving neither rage nor claws, venom nor cunning,
\nwhat then is this \u2018Lamb of God\u2019?<\/p>\n
\nwoolbearer, bleater, leaper in air for delight of being,
\nwho finds in astonishment four legs to stand on,
\nthe grass all it knows of the world?
\nWith whom we would like to play,
\nwhom we\u2019d lead with ribbons,
\nbut may not bring into our houses because it would soil the floor with its droppings?<\/p>\n
\nO lamb of God that taketh away the Sins of the World:
\nan innocence smelling of ignorance, born in bloody snowdrifts,
\nlicked by forebearing dogs more intelligent than its entire flock put together?<\/p>\n
\nOmnipotence has been tossed away, reduced to a wisp of damp wool?<\/p>\n
\ntill catastrophe has raged, clashed, seethed and gone by without us,
\nwanting then to awaken in quietude without remembrance of agony,
\nwe who in shamefaced private hope had looked to be plucked from fire
\nand given a bliss we deserved for having imagined it.
\nis it implied
\nthat we must protect this perversely weak animal,
\nwhose muzzle\u2019s nudgings suppose there is milk to be found in us?
\nMust hold to our icy hearts a shivering God?<\/p>\n
\nCome, rag of pungent quiverings, dim star.
\nLet\u2019s try if something human still can shield you, spark of remote light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"