The Fruit Gift

*** Revised Common Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: James 1:17-27 CLASSIC POEM: The Fruit-Gift John Greenleaf Whittier Last night, just as the tints of autumn’s sky Of sunset faded from our hills and streams, I sat, vague listening, lapped in twilight dreams, To the leaf’s rustle, and the cricket’s cry. Then, like that basket, flush with summer fruit, Dropped by the angels at the Prophet’s foot, Came, unannounced, a gift of clustered sweetness, Full-orbed, and glowing with the prisoned beams Of summery suns, and rounded to completeness By kisses of the south-wind and the dew. Thrilled with a glad surprise, methought I knew The pleasure of the homeward-turning Jew, When Eshcol’s clusters on his shoulders lay, Dropping their sweetness on his desert way. I said, “This fruit beseems no world of sin. Its parent vine, rooted in Paradise, O’ercrept the wall, and never paid the price Of the great mischief,–an ambrosial tree, Eden’s exotic, somehow smuggled in, To keep the thorns and thistles company.” Perchance our frail, sad mother plucked in haste A single vine-slip as she passed the gate, Where the dread sword alternate paled and burned, And the stern angel, pitying her fate, Forgave the lovely trespasser, and turned Aside his face of fire; and thus the waste And fallen world hath yet its annual taste Of primal good, to prove of sin the cost, And show by one gleaned ear the mighty harvest lost. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Gift Czeslaw Milosz SNIPPET: A day so happy. Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]