Norris makes the the Psalms and liturgical offices come alive, not by merely quoting or referring to them in some esoteric manner, but by imbuing them with connections to the world one must accept grace among. An example of this is in "The Ignominy of the Living":
Then a recording of "My Way" came scratching out
on the electric carillion
"Oh, hell," I said,
and prayed for Frank Sinatra, too.
And the longings of a soul in love with God and also with the earth can be seen in poems like "The Monastery Orchard in Early Spring":
I, too, want to be light enough
for this day: throw off impediments,
push like a tulip
through a muddy smear of snow
I felt blessed when I ran across this volume, and I hope for more such blessings to come. I already felt Kathleen Norris was an important writer before having the chance to read her poems. This book only solidifies that opinion for me.
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