In honor of Candlemas, the holiday that commemorates Jesus’ dedication in the temple in Luke 2, we’re sharing poems that reflect on that experience from the perspective of Simeon and Anna.
“My life is light, waiting for the death wind”—this is so evocative. Reminded me of sitting with my grandma as she grew more and more frail and shrunken, like she was slowly casting off ballast.
I have been reflecting on Eliot's Little Gelding IV:
"The only hope or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre---
To be redeemed from fire by fire. "
His verse is as profound today as ever.
“My life is light, waiting for the death wind”—this is so evocative. Reminded me of sitting with my grandma as she grew more and more frail and shrunken, like she was slowly casting off ballast.
Beautiful. Thank you.