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 ***
See, in a dead vine,
How many blackbirds are swinging– the lives there
In vines and in dead leaves that need no help of you.
Rein your horse into the salal, Davis, follow down
The cleared ground, this frosty day, to the threshing-floor.
Red is women close together in the broken weeds,
Watching the horses: red dresses and blue,
Thin cloth of early-day dresses spread among the burrs.
Yellow is where the threshing-floor is, and horses’ hoofs
Beat the grain-heads into chaff; and cold wind
Strews chaff over the bushes and to the eyes.
*** This poem is in the public domain,
and may be read in a live-streamed worship service.
When Threshing Time Ends
There is a time. Things end.
All the fields are clean.
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