Spring Poem

Last month’s ‘blog’ concerned the life, career and faith of my late friend Charles. After his death a poem was found among his writings which consist of of hymns, etc.

The poem was read out at his funeral and projected on to screens around the church so we could all follow it. It does need that wee bit thought that you don’t get just by hearing it read.

I reproduce it below as a testimony to his unsuspected ability in this field. It would be for someone more able than I to analyze the poem but it is clear, [even to me !] that it points to Christ, whose coming to us in this world is like the joy and exhilaration of spring, but summer is what we’re really longing for. And, of course, an unending summer. I certainly think it’s worth a reflection or two.

It is hoped to produce a booklet of his work some time in the future.

Spring Poem

Spring !

Why say more?

Suddenly ! Welcome at the door !

The windows open wide,

For fine fresh air inside,

And light.

Bright,

Hearts excite. And flutter, prefacing a flight

Of preening, cleaning, days

And less lethargic ways

And song.

So long !

Silent heart

Overflows. Despondencies depart.

New melodies amaze;

Join un-aforethought praise.

Today.

Say !

Life began

Years ago. In one new ancient man.

No fading fireball He

Illumines constantly And wins !

Oh sins !

Twisted feet ! !

Slow me down until this treatment meet

Then run, remove my aching

Return the love I’m taking

This day.

How good will summer be ?

C. Falconer.

I hope that you like it.