Ravenscar I felt the wind come up
from the puckered sea far, far below.
had a tang of trouble, the same woe
gulls arc always crying, the same cup
vinegar I think
through the worlds ajoumeying must go
for light, blindfolded by their seeing,
yet frustrated, the denial
insistent through the halls of being
by the cliffs against the reiterate trial
every tide. The North-East wind came up
if it were a hand that held a cross.
in this craggy fane
God His pain,
Calvary and the broken Christ again.
all at once a wayside thing befel
set my mind to music, like the bell
men’s thoughts of God
one by one forgiven.
was a cry or was it song? or a chime of laughter?
a child’s voice upcast from the deep!
from those grey abysses under me
child climbed up carrying the lamb that he
rescued from the cliffs. What noisy glee
mates who merrily scrambled after
ringing down the wind! I watched him keep
tenderly safe that weakling, saw his face,
eager face whereon such beauty lit
might have crowned a festival in Greece,
would be moved to worship seeing it.
heard their laughter pass and cease.
had the gulls long crying in its place
the grey wind again.
through that pagan fane
new and kindlier shining spread,
though some dim and richly storied pane
unto sky and sunlight cleansed again.
One that was within me made behest,
Nature interpret her unread
the Pax that ages left unsaid,
of every homing spirit
passport of the undying dead.”
the tide-bitten rocks
all the heartless weather
choiring through the heather
music that was the singing of my mind,
My mind that saw the whole no longer rent
seamless robe, unsundered sacrament,
He my priest, I His;
ours the world’s solemnities;
I knew what wind and water meant.
by God’s Cross is this world lit,
and the worlds on worlds fulfilling it.
pain should grip the heart of the old earth
not the meaning but the giving birth.
sublime ascension and return
labour and the great suns bum.
wind, cry bird, break break 0 heart of the sea,
dark, come death, you have welcome from me;
at the heart of the world’s wrong
a hurt lamb and a child’s song
up together to inviolate fold
Till suns are dark and Time is old.
Copyright © 2008 [Fen Tyler]