By Holly Ordway
“History,” she said, “it used to be
A pretty clear-cut thing. The big events –
New cities, wars, the odd disaster, heroes
On adventures – were markers for the years,
And in between, I’d look for further things
To call men’s minds to: harvest time and sowing,
Birdsong in the hedges, children laughing,
The hearth’s history, with deeds both great and small.
But it’s all gone to pieces lately; slipping
Through my fingers, so many grains of sand –
I can’t keep track, the politicians, poets,
Pontiffs, plebs, awhirl in people’s minds.
Well, let them seek me, those who truly care;
The golden thread of meaning is still there.”
Holly is a poet, teacher, and apologist exploring the intersection of literature and faith, reason and imagination. She is the author of the memoir Not God’s Type: An Atheist Academic Lays Down Her Arms.