Saturday, August 09, 2014

Saturday - a poem

There has not been enough poetry here of late, and so ... I read this one yesterday by John Piper and thought it beautiful, and it's not remote from red birds in winter and roses blooming when half spent was the light. Do read his whole post about poetry, and listen to John Piper read it himself, but for now, the poem. I do like stanzas four and five.

Picture also taken from the Desiring God post.

Swimming in Winter

It is vacation time, and we
     must play.
No, this is not a must. We will,
     we may!

It is the season for this play,
     this fun,
And season follows season, when
     it’s done.

A time to fast. Then time to feast
     with spice.
Spring flowers follow winter snow
     and ice.

Or is this sequence really so
Does life come like the roll of waves,
     Or dice?

Does winter never flinch? Refuse
     to go?
I’ve seen the tulips buried in
     the snow.

Yet, it is time to play. The sun
So I will swim, and none will see
     my tears.

John Piper

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