Tag: Poetry

The Message

The Message

The message embracing pain              is so pervasive All know the terrible tearings             of the spirit The injuries inflicted             on our invisible selves And it is to the soul conscious             of its susceptibility to spiritual scars That the desolation of the cross             offers its way of consolation. ~

New Beings We Are Called To Become

New Beings We Are Called To Become

His honey words were spoken             in the different tongues of the earth  We each in our way             tasted the tonic                         that made our pulse quicken  Eager to know             the new beings                         we were called to become.  ~  Inspired by 'The Little Flowers of St. Francis' ~

Their Songs Were Of The Fragrances of Heaven

Their Songs Were Of The Fragrances of Heaven

He became a tree             and his arms were branches                         where birds would settle and sing And their songs were of             the fragrances of heaven and their music             was the taste of the banquet                         that is shared throughoutall eternity. Inspired by an episode from The Little Flowers of St. Francs of … Continue reading Their Songs Were Of The Fragrances of Heaven

The Stones Still Speak

The Stones Still Speak

Stone, Light and Prayer #2 ~ Black jackdaws scavenge Where white monks prayed With songs coarser Than the psalms they made And the stones still speak Of silence, prayer The contemplation of God Here, now, then and there. ~ This cycle of poems was inspired by a visit to Tintern Abbey in Wales. Previous posts … Continue reading The Stones Still Speak

Grace and Mystery in the Depths of Existence

Grace and Mystery in the Depths of Existence

The self-communication Of God In the depths of existence And history I call grace And mystery. ~ Inspired by Karl Rahner quoted in Richard Rohr's book 'The Universal Christ'- "The only really absolute mysteries in Christianity are the self-communication of God in the depths of existence - which we call grace, and in history - … Continue reading Grace and Mystery in the Depths of Existence

The Winged Angels

The Winged Angels

Doves, the flitting symbols of our spirits,             are sold to the devil for a few silver coins He would redeem them             to home and free the winged angels Who repay sacrifice             with loving service. ~ Inspired by a story about St. Francis of Assisi freeing some doves being sold at a market … Continue reading The Winged Angels