[Dialogue] Waxing Poetic

[Nancy Trask]

Since we are waxing poetic in recent posts, here's a piece of poetry that 
has rung in my ears since we heard it at the end of the Global Brain movie 
some years ago.  It is from "A Sleep of Prisoners," a play by Christopher 
Fry.

"The human heart can go the length of God,
Dark and cold we may be, but this is no winter now.
The frozen misery of centuries cracks, breaks, begins to move.
The thunder is the thunder of the floes, the thaw, the flood, the upstart 
Spring.
Thank God our time is now, when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere,
Never to leave us, till we take
The longest stride of soul men ever took.
Affairs are now soul size,
The enterprise is exploration into God.
But where are you making for?
It takes so many thousand years to wake,
But will you wake for pity's sake?"

I must share, too -- I had a chance to speak by phone with Joe Slicker this 
evening & it was a meaning-filled conversation for me -- Joe said "every 
moment is an opportunity for transformation."

Amen.

Best to all,
Nancy Trask, Winterset, IA