Remembering

Over the past few weeks we have included an autumn a poem with the weekly readings.
Some of the poems will have been  familiar and others may be new to you.
The poems reflected the thoughts and ideas associated with this time of year.

Through the Season of Remembering we acknowledge that we and our communities have been affected by loss,
illness and death. We recognise those who have influenced our lives for good and we give thanks for God’s steadfast love.

Winter Heavens George Meredith 1828 – 1909

Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,
In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.
They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam:
The living throb in me, the dead revive.
Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath,
Life glistens on the river of the death.
It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt,
Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs
Of radiance, the radiance enrings:
And this is the soul’s haven to have felt.