Poetry

Lectionary Poetry – 25th Sunday After Pentecost (Year A)

With the dawn of a new church year, we have launched a new feature on our website, a weekly post of poetry that resonates with the lectionary readings for that week (Revised Common Lectionary).

 
 

*** Revised Common Lectionary ***

Lectionary Reading:  Matthew 25:31-46

 
 

CLASSIC POEM:

The Salutation
Thomas Traherne

These little limbs,
These eyes and hands which here I find,
These rosy cheeks wherewith my life begins,
Where have ye been? behind
What curtain were ye from me hid so long?
Where was, in what abyss, my speaking tongue?

When silent I
So many thousand, thousand years
Beneath the dust did in a chaos lie,
How could I smiles or tears,
Or lips or hands or eyes or ears perceive?
Welcome ye treasures which I now receive.

I that so long
Was nothing from eternity,
Did little think such joys as ear or tongue
To celebrate or see:
Such sounds to hear, such hands to feel, such feet,
Beneath the skies on such a ground to meet.

New burnished joys,
Which yellow gold and pearls excel!
Such sacred treasures are the limbs in boys,
In which a soul doth dwell;
Their organizèd joints and azure veins
More wealth include than all the world contains.

From dust I rise,
And out of nothing now awake;
These brighter regions which salute mine eyes,
A gift from God I take.
The earth, the seas, the light, the day, the skies,
The sun and stars are mine if those I prize.

Long time before
I in my mother’s womb was born,
A God, preparing, did this glorious store,
The world, for me adorn.
Into this Eden so divine and fair,
So wide and bright, I come His son and heir.

A stranger here
Strange things doth meet, strange glories see;
Strange treasures lodged in this fair world appear,
Strange all and new to me;
But that they mine should be, who nothing was,
That strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.

*** This poem is in the public domain,
  and may be read in a live-streamed worship service.

  
 
 
CONTEMPORARY POEM:

The Stranger in Her Feminine Sign
Dunya Mikhail

SNIPPET:

Everything has gender
in Arabic.
History is male.
Fiction is female.
Dream is male.
Wish is female.

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C. Christopher Smith is the founding editor of The Englewood Review of Books. He is also author of a number of books, including most recently How the Body of Christ Talks: Recovering the Practice of Conversation in the Church (Brazos Press, 2019). Connect with him online at: C-Christopher-Smith.com


2 Comments

  1. This is a great site. Looking forward to your selections for the Reign of Christ. Will they be up soon?

  2. Patrick, the poems in this post are for Reign of Christ Sunday. When creating the post, I forgot to indicate that the 25th Sunday after Pentecost and Reign of Christ Sunday are synonymous . I have edited the post, adding a note that this is also Reign of Christ Sunday.

    Thanks for bringing this error to my attention,
    Chris Smith

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