Cause of Our Joy
by Anne Porter
Rock crystal
Clearer than crystal
Stronger than rock
Snow crown of Sinai
Melting on the heights
Pouring through the valleys
In pure rushing water
And wine that sings of justice.
* * *
Chose from the chosen
Mystical rose
Your creature petals
Mirror that beauty
No one can see and live
You hide in your heart
Like dew simple and silent
That blazing majesty.
Small as you are, your fragrance
Fills all the world,
Fragrance of hope,
Fragrance of the gospels.
Come to the old woman
Whose lodging is the street
Come to the drugged boy
The landlord, the general
Come to the haunted hunter by his jungle river
Come to the banker, the prisoner, the torturer
The hungry, the shut-in, the runaway in danger
Come to the backward child.
Whether or not we know you
Come to the rich and poor
Come to us all.
* * *
Star of morning
There is still such darkness
Only by the light
Of your innocent fire
We know this is the morning.
But sweet in this dark morning
Is a freshness of new bread
And the newborn Word in his cradle
Is just beginning to stir.
Queen of Angels
You’re up early
Washing, baking, sweeping,
Young country girl
From a scorned province
Broken for the broken
Wife of a carpenter
Mother of a convict
Cause of our joy.
from An Altogether Different Language: Poems 1934-1994
