Saturday, March 22, 2008

The Day Before

From Ann:

My favorite Easter poem by John Niehardt, 1908 (author of "Black Elk Speaks")


Once more the northbound Wonder
Brings back the goose and crane,
Prophetic Sons of Thunder,
Apostles of the Rain.

In many a battling river
The broken gorges boom;
Behold, the Mighty Giver
Emerges from the tomb!

Now robins chant the story
Of how the wintry sward
Is litten with the glory
Of the Angel of the Lord.

His countenance is lightning
And still His robe is snow,
As when the dawn was brightening
Two thousand years ago.

O who can be a stranger
To what has come to pass?
The Pity of the Manger
Is mighty in the grass.

Undaunted by Decembers,
The sap is faithful yet.
The giving Earth remembers,
And only (we) forget.

Thanks, Ann. I like it.


  1. I am going to let this be my memory project for th Great Fifty. Anyone want to join me?

    Thanks for posting this... And thanks Ann!

  2. Sure, Lindy, we'll make it a joint memory project. I need the practice, too.


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