it was embittered
…of nothing / quite drying out till next summer…of nothing / quite drying out till next summer…of nothing / quite drying out till next summer…of nothing / quite drying out till next summer [repeat]
Today I was supposed to be out working on our community strawberry patch– weeding and helping to repair the fence with the others who are involved. But the rain is falling so heavily, as it has been on and off relentlessly for what seems like weeks, that this was not possible. Only coffee and supervising the indoor antics of two small girls was possible, not unlike the possibilities presented by a day in January. I cannot remember a spring of such relentless rain and wetness.
I will not post the Clampitt poem again because I already used it once for Poetry Wednesday last year. Also, I can choose to disregard the weather today in favor of a more confessional, unseen brightness, which the weather will just have to catch up with, and surely will. “It was embittered, it was embittered, it was embittered,” is another fragment on audio loop in my head since hearing the Paschal homily of St. John Chrysostom early, early Easter morning. Why these phrases circulate in my head like overalls clanking in a dryer, I do not know. But certainly, I don’t mind. I love the sounds-of-the-words knocking around between my two ears. It is Bright Week, and why?
Hades was embittered when it encountered Thee in the lower regions.
It was embittered, for it was abolished!
It was embittered, for it was mocked!
It was embittered, for it was purged!
It was embittered, for it was despoiled!
It was embittered, for it was bound in chains!
It took a body and came upon God!
It took earth and encountered Ηeaven!
It took what it saw, but crumbled before what it had not seen!