Archive for October, 2011

Upon a Stormcrow

We are all falling apart at the seams, like moth-eaten wedding gowns our grandmothers closeted away—like leather-bound books too much read by careless boys with calloused hands—like old oaks cracked by a hundred frosts.  We are all dwindling and diminishing and going blind.  We are told that we must give up our life to save it; perhaps, like Oedipus and Tiresias of old, we must be blind before we see.

My God, my God: wean me of this melancholy; but I shall not cry “Enough!” ’til You are through.

Advertisements

1 Comment