Friday, September 8, 2017

A Madrigal

A Madrigal
by Clinton Scollard

Easter-glow and Easter-gleam !
Lyric laughter from the stream
That between its banks so long
Murmured such a cheerless song;
Stirrings faint and fine and thin
Every woodsy place within ;
Root and tendril, bough and bole.
Rousing with a throb of soul ;
The old ecstasy awake
In the briar and the brake;
Blue-bird raptures -- dip and run --
And the robin-antiphon ;
Tingling air and trembling earth,
And the crystal cup of mirth
Brimmed and lifted to the lip
For each one of us to sip.
Dream! -- 'tis something more than dream,
Easter-glow and Easter-gleam!
Prescience 'tis, and prophecy
Of the wonder that shall be
When the spirit leaps to light
After death's heimal night!

The Barren Easter

Parable of the seed sower. Those who sow
seed do not always harvest, but must wait
to see God's rewards in the here after.

The Barren Easter
by Clinton Scollard

It was the barren Easter,
And o'er Pamello plain,
Where'er the sweeping eye might rove,
From beechen grove to beechen grove.
Greened neither grass nor grain.

It was the barren Easter;
By vale and windy hill,
Where blossoms tossed on yester year,
Now bourgeoned no narcissus spear,
And glowed no daffodil.

It was the barren Easter,
And toward the grinding-floor,
A store of wheat within his pack,
Along the dreary meadow-track
Went good Saint Isadore.

It was the barren Easter,
And when the sweet saint came
To where a mighty live-oak spread,
A host of wrens and starlings red
Seemed crying out his name.

It was the barren Easter,
And to his ears their cry
Rang plaintively, "O Isadore,
Grant us thy pity, we implore!

Give succor, or we die! "
It was the barren Easter
When wide he flung his store.
And all the feathered folk of air
Sped whirring downward for their share
From kind Saint Isadore.

It was the barren Easter
And onward to the mill
Along the dreary meadow-track.
The empty bags within his pack,
The good saint plodded still.

It was the barren Easter;
He scarce knew why he went,
Save that he did not dare return
To face his master, grim and stem.
Now all his grain was spent.

It was the barren Easter;
When at the miller's feet
He cast the sacks in dull despair,
Behold, he saw them open there
Abrim with golden wheat !

It was the barren Easter;
Oh, meager are men's words
To tell how He that rose that day.
And drove the wraith of Death away,
Helped him who fed the birds!

Easter Even

Easter Even
by Margaret French Patton

Our dear Lord now is taken from the cross,
His bruised body wrapped in linen cool.
And laid by loving hands in Joseph's tomb;
Outraged Nature bows her head and sleeps;
The guard is set; Jerusalem is still.

Ye sleeping buds, break
Open your green cerements, and wake
To fragrant blossoming for His sweet sake;
To-morrow will be Easter day,
And I would have my garden gay
On Easter day.

Ye home-bound birds, take
Swift-winged flight, that from my budding brake
Your joyful hallelujahs ye may make;
To-morrow will be Easter day.
And I would have my garden gay
On Easter day.

Ye strolling winds, shake
Out your drooping sails, and heavenward take
The songs and sweet aromas for His sake;
To-morrow will be Easter day.
And I would have my garden gay
On Easter day.

Early in the morning while 'tis dark,
Like Mary Magdalen, with spices rare,
I, too, shall hasten to my garden fair
To seek, our risen Lord. Who knows? For love
Of birds and buds He may be walking there.

An Easter Carol

 An Easter Carol
by Christina G. Rossetti

Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

Flash forth, thou Sun,
The rain is over and gone, its work is done.

Winter is past,
Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.

Bud, Fig and Vine,
Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.

Break forth this morn
In roses, thou but yesterday a thorn.

Uplift thy head,
O pure white Lily through the Winter dead.

Beside your dams
Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs.

All Herds and Flocks
Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.

Sing, Creatures, sing,
Angels and Men and Birds and everything. 
 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Father

Father
by S. E. Kiser

When all my other debts are paid
My greatest debt will yet be due
For sacrifices you have made
And cares that I have brought to you.

I have been slow to understand
The patience and the love and pride
With which for my sake you have planned,
Your own ambitions put aside.

When others have withheld from me
The praise that I have longed to hear,
You, Father, have been quick to see
And glad to speak the word of cheer.

With eager efforts you have sought
To smooth my paths and make them fair,
Unselfishly expecting naught
In payment for your tender care.

I have been slow to learn, but now,
With recollections that are sweet,
I braid a laurel for your brow
And lay my tribute at your feet.

My Father's Voice in Prayer

My Father's Voice in Prayer 
by May Hastings Nottage

In the silence that falls on my spirit
When the clamor of life loudest seems,
Comes a voice that floats in tremulous notes
Far over my sea of dreams.
I remember the dim old vestry
And my father kneeling there;
And the old hymns thrill with the memory still
Of my father's voice in prayer.

I can see his glance of approval
As my part in the hymn I took;
I remember the grace of my mother's face,
And the tenderness of her look;
And I knew that a gracious memory
Cast its light on that face so fair
As her cheek flushed faint--O mother, my saint!--
At my father's voice in prayer.

"Neath the stress of that marvelous pleading
All childish dissensions died:
Each rebellious will sank conquered and still
In a passion of love and pride.
Ah, the years have held exquisite voices,
And melodies tender and rare;
But tenderest seems the voice of my dreams--
My father's voice in prayer.

Sculpture & Pottery Index

Read more about Tony Tasset 
and his "Eye" sculpture.
       Sculpture the art of imitating living forms in solid substances. The word means, strictly, a cutting, or carving, in some hard material, as stone, marble, ivory or wood; but it is also used to express the molding of soft substances, as clay or wax, and the casting of metals or plaster. Three forms of sculpture are usually recognized. When the object stands free, it is said to be in the round; when it projects slightly from a sold surface it is said to be in relief; when it is cut into or sunk down into the surface is said to be in intaglio.
       The following methods of manipulating clay are typical of art assignments given to students (k-5th grade) in the United States: roll out a slab, stamp into clay, drape over a bowl, roll out a coil, carve out a design, pinch a pot, and join surfaces together. All of my clay crafts/lesson plans use some sort of combination of these methods in order to finish the project.
Artifacts About Sculpting Figures and Basic Pottery Shapes:
Lesson Plans & Crafts from Art Education Daily Related to Sculpture: 
  1. Ceramic Pinch Pots With Animal Features (porcelain clay)
  2. Sculpt Peruvian Peasant and Llama Ornaments
  3. Ceramic Coil Pots (porcelain clay)
  4. Sculpt a few tacos with papier-mâché
  5. Ceramic Slab Masks (porcelain clay)
  6. Ceramic Animals (porcelain clay)
  7. Handcraft your own artisan pizza
  8. Ceramic ClaySlab People (porcelain clay)
  9. Ceramic Drape Bowls (porcelain clay)
  10. Bend a pipe-cleaner puppy
  11. Ceramic Cupcakes (porcelain clay)
  12. Ceramic Turtles (porcelain clay)
  13. Shape a dozen papier-mâché doughnuts
  14. Making a "Galimoto" (recycling wire, newsprint, pipe cleaners etc...)
  15. Ceramic Pies "All American Berry Pie" (porcelain clay)
  16. Effigy Pots Lesson Plan (mache sculpture)
  17. African Masks Made From Recycled Materials: Cardboard 
  18. The "Manga Creature" Art Doll Challenge
  19. Assemblage Art Made from Throwaways 
  20. Diorama of Fashion Display Window