Sunday, August 23, 2015

Comfort for those who are downhearted and sad: Elizabeth Prentiss


 
Я посвящаю эту поэму Моя дорогая сестра , Ирина .

Псалтирь102:1,2 Господи! услышь молитву мою, и вопль мой да придет к Тебе.
 Не скрывай лица Твоего от меня; в день скорби моей приклони ко мне ухо Твое; в день, [когда воззову к Тебе], скоро услышь меня;
 
 
Night
 
Dear Lord, I do remember Thou hast said
That I may cast my every care on Thee;
But see, this deep oppression will not go,
But with its leaden hands holds fast to me.
 
Holds fast, and drags me down, and shuts my mouth,
Strangles the cry that fain would pierce the skies;
Helpless I lie before Thee, with no words
Upon my lips, with sad tearless eyes.
 
So be it, Lord; my joyous soul has need
Of its dark days, and in this dreary night,
Roots shall strike downward, that anon shall shoot
In rich and living branches to the light.
 
Oh may these branches bear some fruit for Thee,
In grateful memory of the loving hand,
That cast me in this gloomy, cheerless spot,
And all its dreariness and darkness planned.
 
 
 
 
 -Elizabeth Prentiss
 
 
 

 
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