In this somewhat dismal time, a good friend shared one of Gideon Heugh’s poems with me.
It cut through the enclosing greyness with a shaft of glorious light that fed my soul.
And I didn’t want to keep it to myself.
You are a wild and gleeful thing,
nudged by lavish grace
towards all the astonishments,
and nothing can stop it
You are not a mistake.
The earth aches for your singular life,
for the miracle radiance
of purely, specifically
The shakings and the dark noisesGideon Heugh, Devastating Beauty, 2018
of a man-made world
cannot compete with your hallelujah blood,
your hosanna spirit,
or with the gentle fury of hope.