A Time to Trust
My Dear People,
The great wings were spread
Showing glory on the fields, and fire.
The whole air, singing, bore him up, and higher,
Unswerving, unreluctant. Soon he shone
A gold speck in the gold skies; then was gone.
The air was colder, and grey. She stood alone.
-- From Rupert Brooke's "Mary and Gabriel"
Like Mary, we now wait.
And as for Mary, so for us:
a time to trust.
A time to trust, as are all times:
be they bright and shining, be they cold and grey.
A time to trust, we pray.
So be it, Lord, this day.
Your brother in Christ,
Wallace+
