In the absence of any adequate words of my own, for someone who loved poetry, here is "Praise of a Man" by Norman McCaig. together with the picture I posted this morning as part of my #PentecostArt series, "Starry Night Over the Rhone" by Vincent Van Gogh. In response to that post another friend wrote
"Always love this picture - but a helpful reminder of the way light is reflected. We need that right now!" We do indeed.
He went through a company like a lamplighter –
see the dull minds, one after another,
begin to glow, to shed
a beneficent light.
He went through a company like
a knifegrinder – see the dull minds
scattering sparks of themselves,
becoming razory, becoming useful.
He went through a company
as himself. But now he’s one
of the multitudinous company of the dead
where are no individuals.
The beneficent lights dim
but don’t vanish. The razory edges
dull, but still cut. He’s gone: but you can see
his tracks still, in the snow of the world.
Shalom
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