Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Poem by Marilynne Robinson
Gilead
It has seemed to me sometimes
as though the Lord breathes on
this poor gray ember of Creation
and it turns to radiance-
for a moment or a year or the span of a life.
And then it sinks back into itself again,
and to look at it no one would know
it had anything to do with fire, or light.
But the Lord is more constant and
far more extravagant than my words
seem to imply.
Wherever you turn your eyes
the world can shine like transfiguration.
You don’t have to bring a thing to it
except a little willingness to see.
Only, who could have the courage to see it?
- Marilynne Robinson
(picture found on internet)
