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"Cry Like a Bell"

Did you know that Madeleine L'Engle (A Wrinkle in Time) wrote poetry?  Well, neither did I.   I picked up a little book by her at a garage sale the other day, Cry Like a Bell.   It's a lovely book, poetry based on Biblical characters.   I thought I'd share one (or two, later this week...)



Mary:  after the Baptism

Yes, course.  On many days I doubted.
My faith grew out of doubt.  The child was good
but other babies have been good.  He shouted
when he was hungry, like any child, for food.
One simply does not think of the Messiah
cutting teeth, eating and eliminating.
He springs, full-grown, in the great Isaiah -
God, servant, king.  And I was waiting,
remembering in my heart the very things
that caused my doubt: the angel's first appearing
to me and then to Joseph; shepherds, kings,
the flight to Egypt.  Remembering was fearing;
doubt helped. I had to face it all as true
the day John baptized him.  Then he knew. 

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  1. Thank you for posting this! I was not aware of her poetry, and Wrinkle in Time is a particularly dear favorite of mine. I came across your blog while looking for reports of this year's Acton University, and while reading I've been blessed by your inspiring bits of narrative and observation. Lovely to meet you!
    - Lorien

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  2. I'm so glad you found me!

    I'm planning on posting a couple more from this book of poems, so stop back again this week.

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