Pondering: Prayer

Photo by Guillaume Paumier, CC_BY.

from Divina Commedia (I) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

     Far off the noises of the world retreat;
     The loud vociferations of the street
     Become an undistinguishable roar.
So, as I enter here from day to day,
     And leave my burden at this minister gate,
     Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray,
The tumult of the time disconsolate
     To inarticulate murmurs dies away,
     While the eternal ages was and wait.

Windy!

The wind is blowing and it's frigid in the deep South. I'm at my daughter's home in Hattiesburg. I opened the door yesterday to go out and the wind nearly pulled me down the steps. Here's a windy poem, with hopes for the sun.

From The Hanging of the Crane

After a day of cloud and wind and rain

Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,

And touching all the darksome woods with light,

Smiles on the fields, until they laugh and sing,

Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring

Drops down into the night.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I hope the wind will blow you over to Laura Purdie Salas' blog, Writing the World for Kids. Laura is hosting Poetry Friday today.