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2nd Aug Year A
Sunday 2nd August 2020


Image supplied by Kathy Curren
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Poems

Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.

This Sunday's Poetry

Saturation

Heavy with fine oil, the air holds the tree;
a suffusion of rain caught in limbs and leaf
has lured scent, and all is close
in the drawing room of day.

Within the wide gum’s ceilinged arc,
within its wall of shade, I entertain your ghost.
Before me the catchment is forbidden: do not
trespass. Word pauses in leaves’ throng.

The reservoir is fuller than I feared.
And I don’t know enough, to grasp the fierce
flow of water from the dam or this tenderness
that’s sharp and fresh, as eucalyptus

folded into air, a grammar taught by birds:
the excess is the essence of the thing.

Anne Elvey
from Claimed by Country
PressPress 2010
Copyright, used with kind permission.

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