My friend the late Arnold Kenseth was a Congregational minister and a first-rate New England poet with an eye for God’s presence in the world all around him.
It’s late winter here in the Berkshires (he lived about forty miles from here in S. Amherst). I matched up his poem with a photo I shot yesterday of a still frozen lake while snowshoeing on the Taconic Crest Trail on the Massachusetts/ New York border.
I thought Arnold’s poem has a Lenten ring to it.
A COLLECT FOR COMPASSION
An opening of doors,
From His storms and come
(Photo: R. L. Floyd, Frozen Lake, March 8, 2010)