Poem: Thunderhead
And now for our Old Testament reading, taken ex Esaiae quadragesimo
Thunderhead Ex Esaiae quadragesimo The air is crackling with heat Universo orbe terrarum, You know what comes next. The air is fast and heavy And flattens up the grass. You know what comes next. All the grass, that single tree, Billow down their bows before the wind. You know what comes next. Gathered thunderheads grumble Their crowded accumulations. Vere foenum est populus, You know what comes next. Break, Lord God, your mercies upon our heads, Crack the jar of heaven over our hard ground, Aspera in vias planas, We know what comes next. Cracked earth now loam, The blades of the people flown, We know what comes next. The fresh of our sky now birds A song of stems, a flight of shoots, We know what comes next. Look to that single tree, Now cracked, now struck, now aerie, Vere foenum est populus, Assument pennas sicut aquilae.
Beautiful poem.
Isaiah 40, lets go!