Are We There Yet?: November poem

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

November poem

November

by John Updike

The stripped and shapely

Maple grieves

The ghosts of her

Departed leaves.

The ground is hard,

As hard as stone.

The year is old,

The birds are flown.

And yet the world,

In its distress,

Displays a certain

Loveliness---

3 comments:

A Bit of the Blarney said...: I like this! It really says it all doesn't it? Have a grand day! Cathy; November 17, 2010 at 5:34 AM
The Jaracz Family said...: Your poetry amazes me! Speaking of Amazing things...I was inspired to do an Amazing Things post, about my husband. I didn't realize you have set topics, but I'm doing a post on him soon and I'm stealing your button! :)

I promise to stay on topic in the future, I'll send you the link in a bit...; November 17, 2010 at 6:52 AM
The Jaracz Family said...: Here it is...3 amazing things about my husband!

http://faithfunandfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-amazing-thingsabout-my-husband.html

Enjoy!; November 17, 2010 at 8:23 AM

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Heavenly Father, we ask You to guide our children in the choice of spouse. Don't let them be carried away by false charms or be fascinated by mere outward glamour, but guide their minds to look beneath and beyond all external attractiveness for the deeper things which alone are worth while.

Especially let the choice be of one who is a fervent Catholic, true in thought and word and deed to those ideals which are Yours, especially the value of their purity.

Dear Father of us all, give Your guiding help to our children, who are Your children, too. We will be letting them go soon, but please don't ever let our children go from you. Amen

St. Valentine, patron of romantic love, pray for us!

O, St. Joseph...

...whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in thee all my interests and desires. O, St. Joseph, do assist me by thy powerful intercession and obtain for me from thy Divine Son all spiritual blessings; so that having engaged here below thy Heavenly power I may offer my thanksgiving and homage to the most loving of Fathers. O, St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating thee and Jesus asleep in thy arms. I dare not approach while He reposes near thy heart. Press Him in my name, and kiss His fine Head for me, and ask Him to return the kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, patron of departing souls, pray for us. Amen.