xxii. Signs and Wonders
Fire:
c.1200, furen, figurative, "arouse, excite;" literal sense of "set fire to" is from late 14c., from fire (n.).
Solstice
I lit the fire early in a grate of ice
fruit wood and wrist-thick old briar
catching quickly and climbing in coils
spreading along the ceiling of the low roofed sky.
I pulled an old garden chair to its rough hearth
to the spit and hiss of rose oil
and the sweet fume of sawn apricot and peach
sunk in a warm corner of the garden framed with cold.
Inertia was everything, moving only for books and coffee
my breath a small bellows in the aching air
late afternoon the grass still rimed with white
a gathering shortness drew up the flight of hours
to the dark squat chimney of the evening and the coals
of morning, a ramble of rose hips and bright orange fruit.
Jeff Guess
Reflection:
In 1861 Julia W. Howe wrote “the Battle Hymn of the Republic’. This hymn was born during the American civil war, when Howe visited a Union Army camp on the Potomac River near Washington, D. C. She heard the soldiers singing the song “John Brown’s Body,” and was taken with the strong marching beat. She wrote the words the next day:
I awoke in the grey of the morning, and as I lay waiting for dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to entwine themselves in my mind, and I said to myself, “I must get up and write these verses, lest I fall asleep and forget them!” So I sprang out of bed and in the dimness found an old stump of a pen, which I remembered using the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.
Many of the verses are charged with images of fire.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
Reading:
Gospel of the Saviour: 107: 12 (noncanonical)
‘If anyone is near to me, he will burn. I am the fire that blazes; who is near to me, is near to the fire; who is far from me, is far from life.’
Gospel of Phillip; 71 (noncanonical)
The soul and the spirit are born of water and of the fire.
Prayer:
Give me oil in my lamp,
Keep me burning,
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray.
Give me oil in my lamp,
Keep me burning,
Keep me burning
Till the break of day.
Chorus:
Sing hosanna! sing hosanna!
Sing hosanna to the King of kings!
Sing hosanna! sing hosanna!
Sing hosanna to the King!
Traditional American
©Jeff Guess 2017