I guess I am feeling a little down about being away from Haiti tonight. These feelings - regret, anger, disbelief - come and go, but generally I am an optimist and find plenty of reasons to "look on the bright side" of every situation. And there's plenty to be grateful for here in Indiana - especially lately as warmer days have melted away the snow and ushered in the first realistic hopes for spring.
Nevertheless, a year ago we were happily serving in Haiti, unaware of the gathering storm that would make its presence felt in early March and it is so hard to wrap my head around that tonight.
Spring and Fall
ReplyDeleteBY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.