Intégrité: A Faith and Learning Journal Vol. 12, No. 1 (Spring 2013): 66-71
Poems “Provision” and Other Poems Jane Beal Provision I saw the window of heaven open! From it poured forth a stream, a flood! Gold, pure gold, much fine gold, with ruby rings, too— it did not cease to rain down from its source. Gold covered the hills all around as far as I could see, except for patches of green grass where cattle were chewing the cud and where a shepherd slept under a tree. He looked poor in his rags by the water, the waters of the stream he lay by, and I wondered what he would do when he woke, opened his eyes, and turned to see: gold! From heaven I heard the voice of God say: my provision is endless.
Caedmon Remembers Hearing the harp, like hearing my enemy’s horn, filled my heart with fear even when I was longing for heaven to come down into my hands so I could pray and praise in the company of men in the mead-hall, those ordinary mortals, my friends and my kinsmen from whom I fled to bungle my way to the barn to bed down with the animals, not expecting the angel, who appeared and said: “Sing to the Shaper the beginnings of earth and sky!”