April 2nd, 2010

gandalf

National Poetry Month continues

Spring

Lenten ys come wiþ loue to toune,
Wiþ blosmen and wiþ briddes roune,
     Þat al þis blisse bryngeþ.
Dayese3es in þis dales,
Notes suete of nyhtegales,
     Vch foul song singeþ.
Þe þrestelcoc him þreteþ oo,
Away is huere wynter wo,
     When woderoue springeþ.
Þis foules singeþ ferly fele,
Ant wlyteþ on huere wynter wele,
     Þat al þe wode ryngeþ.
Þe rose rayleþ hire rode,
Þe leues on þe lyhte wode
     Waxen al wiþ wille.
Þe mone mandeþ hire bleo,
Þe lilie is lossom to seo,
     Þe fenyl and þe fille.
Wowes þis wilde drakes;
Miles murgeþ huere makes,
     Ase strem þat strikeþ stille.
Mody meneþ, so doþ mo--
Ichot ycham on of þo,
     For loue þat likes ille.
Þe mone mandeþ hire lyht;
So doþ þe semly sonne bryht,
     When briddes singeþ breme.
Deawes donkeþ þe dounes;
Deores wiþ huere derne rounes
     Domes for te deme;
Wormes woweþ vnder cloude;
Wymmen waxeþ wounder proude,
     So wel hit wol hem seme.
3ef me shal wonte wille of on,
Þis wunne weole y wole forgon,
     Ant wyht in wode be fleme.

(c. 1325)
one of those days

I think I'm done for the day

I hung this year's confirmation class banner last night after the Maundy Thursday service. It was reasonably light and hangs on a free-standing pole. I waited till this morning to hang the last three years' class banners.

This is a custom of mine I've practiced for many years. Each year as we receive the new confirmands, we hang the banner they made in class. And we hang all the previous years' banners around the sanctuary. At my previous appointment, I was going to retire banners as everybody in them went off to college, but the kids in my first class (then 18-19 years old) all objected, so I continued to hang all the banners. Here at EFUMC, this is only my fourth class, so there were only three other banners to hang.

but hanging banners high up along the walls in this church requires the use of our 24' aluminum step ladder, which resides against the outside church wall. It has to be carried to the front entrance, wrestled up the stairs, steered into the sanctuary, raised into position, then moved for each banner. It's exhausting. Previously, I've done it all by myself, but I asked my secretary to help this year, pleading my bum shoulder.

Well, they're up, and they're beautiful, but I'm pooped. I feel like I've been breaking rocks in the hot sun. Once I recover, I'll get around to taking a picture of this year's class banner and adding it to my gallery of confirmation class projects. Look for it soon.