Easter-The Space Window at the Washington Cathedral-Puritam Antiphons-Teacher, What Shall We Do-The Larger Hope-Home sapiens
Ley, Murray Hickey & C., Sr. Anne Hig-gins, D. & Seaburg, Alan & Brown, Joyce S. & Smith, LeRoy Jr.
LeRoy Smith, Jr. Murray Hickey Ley PwPtan Antiphons Easter Frorn out the Orient spring the yellow lions of the Dawn, Shaking golden manes and roaring joy. White gladness sheets the earth like a...
...the new wine skin Was it a sudden sense of Agency for God's love, the larger hope that gave him soul...
...For none can surprise his quick descents, Nor yet foresee his ways...
...The choir of the hosts of the morning chants one hymn, "He is Risen...
...The Space Window at the Washington Cathedral in the midst of Gothic pointing, stretching, stone and smell of spring window stories of God coming to earth, is a breath-catching view of earth coming to God...
...Was it when an irate sire, having hurled his son against a stone, I have ears, so shout coukl-not inspire I am the leaven could not re-animate the broken bone...
...For joy, the far stars island smiling space With spinning masses of white gold...
...Anne Higgins, D.C...
...The wind leaps up and sees the Christ, 'Then belts the earth with symphonies of joy...
...Heavy is the air with the Music of lily-trumpets Tossing and playirlg in all the gardens of the world...
...Or is the whole story simpler with the woman and the tree...
...unstoned...
...Glory...
...Glory...
...CHORUS: Let God be praised, the parson sang, For this most frightening year, Which we have yet somehow survived Uncowed by any fear And God be thanked, the elders boomed, For our imperfect grace, From which derives our blunt resolve To hold and mend this place...
...Alan Seaburg Teacher, What Shall We Do His command: walk on water wear out the sores pluck figs from the demons be dragged before rulers be the eye of the needle for you are the rock Joyce S. Brown Homo sapiens Alan Seaburg The Larger Hope I swallow the mustard seed and dance clown What moment in pre-history solves the my- ster-y of ape turned man...
...Yea, God be thanked, and let us praise The maker of darksome days...
...And God be thanked, the elders then, For hardship, blight, and care, The which have chastened Adam's flesh That Adam might be fair...
...Sr...
...Let God be praised, the parson sang, For this our winter land And its uncompromising proofs Of God, his rod and hand...
...White gladness sheets the earth like a carpet of snow...
...Here is glirnpse, outside our field into deep of swirling pinwheel planets and stars in a Van Gogh, Hopkins himrnel hoch and hosanna in excelsis shining on us in a bath of purple Revelation, unframed...
...Commonweal: 212...
...And still that chant, mountain-boned and planet-throated, Rises ever and ever, above and beyond all Life, "Glory...
Vol. 107 • April 1980 • No. 7
