Bare November

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My Sorrow, when she’s here with me…

She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days…
~Robert Frost from “My November Guest”

November,
month of darkening,
now transformed
to a recounting of gratitude
of daily thanksgiving and blessings~~

it is good to dwell on our gifts,
even so,
I invite Sorrow
to sit in silence with me,
her tears blending with mine.

These deepening days
of bare stripped branches
feed my growing need
for the covering grace
of His coming light.

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One thought on “Bare November

  1. November used to be a difficult month for me. Daylight saving time had ended. I woke to darkness outside my bedroom window, rode to work in the barely-emerging morning light and rode home again in the dark. Clearly a depressing time of year. It wasn’t until early Januarry that things began to change and brighten a little. In the meantime, I always thought of November as my ‘time of madness and disorientation.’

    That changed, however, when my innate gift of faith began to feed my soul and, as you so intimately describe, Emily, “…feed my growing need for covering grace and His coming light.” Thank you for that beautiful asssurance,

    By coincidence, I just read a quote by Karen Armstrong: “There is no ascent to the heights without prior descent
    into darkness, no new life without some form of death.”

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