December 14, 1935 – March 15, 2021
Henk Hart was the founding
of the Institute for
my teacher of philosophy,
my pastor, my colleague,
my friend, and
and the man from whom I caught
the love of bird watching.
In his memory, with deep gratitude,
and in overflowing love, I offer this poem.
For the Birds
It takes patience to enter into joy.
The longer you wait,
the more rooted you remain,
the intensity of your gaze,
only deepens the joy.
Green backed heron, Tiny Marsh.
It takes a trained eye to see the joy.
Catching the movement on the water,
noting the slight differences,
attending to the small indications,
rejoicing in what seemed so unremarkable.
Gadwall, Ashbridges Bay.
It takes groaning prayer to birth joy.
An honest longing and lament,
bearing witness to faithfulness,
against the evidence,
in the face of abandonment.
Sharp-shinned hawk, Hart’s Cottage.
It takes a life of joy to enter into joy.
And a life of sorrow.
And a life of broken hearts.
And a life of over-flowing generosity.
And a life with God.
Hendrik Hart, Toronto