At the end of December I wrote a blog post stating my reading aims for this year; one being to concentrate on specific authors and their work. As I started organizing these projects I found many of the authors, along with their fiction and nonfiction, also wrote poetry.
Since April is National Poetry Month, I will share some of what I find. I was surprised that many of the authors I am reading this year (including CS Lewis, LM Montgomery) wrote poems. I am not sure why?…
This poem by L’Engle comes from her collection, Cry Like a Bell, published in 1987. It is a collection of Biblical personalities talking to us illustrating, explaining, complaining, in gratitude, in joy and wonder their perspectives of life with God.
Moses was such an unlikely prophet, which she captures so well!
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Come.
When?
Now. This way. I will guide you.
Wait! Not so fast.
Hurry. You. I said you.
Who am I?
Certainly I will be with thee.
Is nothing, then, what it is? I had rather the rod had
stayed a rod and not become a serpent.
Come. Quickly. While the blast of my breath opens the sea.
Stop. I’m thirsty.
Drink water from this rock.
But the rock moves on before us.
Go with it and drink.
I’m tired. Can’t you stop for a while?
You have already tarried too long.
But if I am to follow you I must know your name.
I will be that I will be.
You have set the mountain on fire.
Come. Climb.
I will be lost in the terror of your cloud.
You are stiff-necked and of a stiff-necked people.
YOUR people, Lord.
Indubitably.
Your wrath waxes hot. I burn.
Thus to become great.
Show me, then, thy glory.
No man may see my face and live. But I will cover you with my hand while I pass by.
My people will turn away and cry because the skin of my face shines.
Did you not expect this?
I cannot enter the tent of the congregation while your cloud covers it and your
glory fills the tabernacle. Look. It moves before us again. Can you not stay still?
Come. Follow.
But this river is death. The waters are dark and deep.
Swim.
Now will I see your face? Where are you taking me now?
Up the mountain with me before I die.
But death
bursts into light.
The death is
what it will be.
These men: they want to keep us here in three tabernacles. But the cloud
moves. The water springs from a rock that journeys on.
You are contained in me.
But how can we contain you in ark or tabernacle or—
You cannot.
Where, then?
In your heart. Come.
Still?
I will be with thee.
Who am I?
You are that I will be. Come.
That’s lovely. L’Engle was so talented. She expresses Moses’ angst and uncertainty in following his beloved Yahweh perfectly.
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Yes, I thought she captured him very well, too.
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I haven’t read any of L’Engle’s poetry in years, and I didn’t know anything about what she was trying to do then. Maybe I should do it again sometime.
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I had no idea she wrote poetry. In this collection it is very specific to Biblical characters. She takes their stories and then ‘speaks’ their thoughts.
I am beginning to see how many genres she wrote in. Pretty amazing.
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L’Engle is a deep thinker with a beautiful lyrical voice. I am a big fan.
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She really touches me.
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This is very interesting. I think that it will bear rereading a couple of times. I find both Moses and Yaweh fascinating.
I have never read L’Engle before. She seems worthy of reading.
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I find her nonfiction more appealing than her fiction. I really struggled through A Wrinkle in Time. Personal preferences, I guess.
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