Friday, May 11, 2018

Ascension Day, Malcolm Guite

Thinking of the sermon for Ascension Day made me painfully aware of the need to think again and read more widely; more openly; and more creatively.  

I am not there yet but I am hugely grateful for Malcolm Guite's sonnet on the subject. Sounding the Seasons (Canterbury Press, 2012) p.45.

Ascension Day

We saw his light break through the cloud of glory
Whilst we were rooted still in time and place,
As earth became a part of heaven's story
And heaven opened to his human face.
We saw him go and yet we were not parted,
 He took us with him to the heart of things,
The heart that broke for all the broken-hearted
Is whole and heaven-centred now, and sings;
Sings in the strength that rises out of weakness,
Sings through the clouds that veil him from our sight,
Whilst we ourselves become his clouds of witness
And sing the waning darkness into light;
His light in us, and ours in him concealed,
Which all creation waits to see revealed.

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