Hello everyone –
New Year
celebrations abound in the month of September:
- September
1st = Medieval Byzantine Greek New Year
- September
6th/7th = Jewish New Year (Rosh Hashanah)
- September
11th = Ancient Egyptian/Coptic New Year
Here are some
poems to help us remember and celebrate the new month of September, looking
backward to the past while also enjoying the present.
“Egypt” by
Gerald Massey (1882)
Egypt! How I have
dwelt with you in dreams,
So long, so
intimately, that it seems
As if you had
borne me; though I could not know
It was so many
thousand years ago!
And in my gropings
darkly underground
The long-lost
memory at last is found
Of motherhood –
you mother of us all!
And to my
fellowmen I must recall
The memory too;
that common motherhood
May help to make
the common brotherhood.
Egypt! It
lies there in the far-off past,
Opening with
depths profound and growths as vast
As the great
valley of Yosemite;
The birthplace out
of darkness into day;
The shaping matrix
of the human mind;
The cradle and the
nursery of our kind.
This was the land
created from the flood,
The land of Atum,
made of the red mud,
Where Num sat in
his Teba throned on high,
And saw the deluge
once a year go by,
Each brimming with
the blessing that it brought,
And by that
waterway, in Egypt’s thought,
The gods
descended; but they never hurled
The deluge that
should desolate the world.
There the vast
hewers of the early time
Built, as if that
way they would surely climb
The heavens, and
left their labors without name –
Colossal as their
carelessness of fame –
Sole likeness of
themselves – that heavenward
Forever look with
statuesque regard,
As if some vision
of the eternal grown
Petrific, was
forever fixed in stone!
They watched the
Moon re-orb, the stars go round,
And drew the
circle; thought’s primordial bound.
The heavens looked
into them with living eyes
To kindle starry
thoughts in other skies,
For us reflected
in the image-scroll,
That night by
night the stars for aye unroll.
The royal heads of
language bow them down
To lay in Egypt’s
lap each borrowed crown.
The glory of
Greece was but the afterglow
Of her forgotten
greatness lying low;
Her hieroglyphics
buried dark as night,
Or coal deposits
filled with future light,
Are mines of
meaning; by their light we see
Through many an
overshadowing mystery.
The nursing Nile
is living Egypt still,
And as her
lowlands with its freshness fill,
And heave with
double-breasted bounteousness,
So doth the old
hidden source of mind yet bless
The nations;
secretly she brought to birth,
And Egypt still
enriches all the Earth.
“Back to
School” by Helen H. Moore
Summer's almost
gone now,
And on the streets
we see
School buses
filled with children
Where ice cream
trucks should be.
“Fall Is Here”
by Helen H. Moore
Fall is here.
Another year is coming to an end.
Summer’s finished,
summer’s gone, winter’s round the bend.
Fall is piles of
crunchy leaves, orange, gold, and red.
Fall is sweaters
with long sleeves and blankets on the bed.
Fall is football,
fall is pumpkins, fall’s where summer ends;
And fall is coming
back to school, and seeing all my friends.
Happy Labor Day
weekend! 😊
Rob
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