Persephone Arbour

Today I receive two treasures – the video already just posted, and now this beautiful poem by Christopher Fry – written years ago, but even more pertinent and poignant today than it was then. I just want to thank those of you who send me such lovely pieces. They warm my heart and it is a joy to be able to share them with each of you logging into my site.

With the Fry poem came a beautiful article that I shall publish in the April/May news letter, just before I go away to Santa Fe again.

In the meantime – please keep sending!

The human heart can go the lengths of God.
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God our Time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul men ever took.
Affairs are now soul size.
The enterprise
Is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake
But will you wake for pity’s sake?

by Christopher Fry