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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Dry Hearts

W. H. Auden, in this tribute to Yeats writes some lines that have always haunted me.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
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It is hot Lord
the sun beats down
baking the earth
turning
what was rich and fertile
into
something hard and lifeless

green to brown
living to dead
desert

hearts too
Lord
become dry
desert like
void of love and life
tired
and hard

what we need O God
is the
water of heaven
a little rain
a little love
a fountain of life springing up
into newness
freshness
life

Lord pour down
your life giving rain
your life giving love
your Spirit

on dry land
and dry hearts


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