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Monday, May 22, 2017

Monastic Wisdom

Fr Wigram, white-haired Cowley monk,
was chatting with a postulant
who asked him which "method
of contemplative prayer"
he preferred.

The older priest
scratched his head and admitted:
"Well, usually I just kneel down
and hope for the best."

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I'm Here

I hear the birds
of Lady Primavera,
a noted purveyor of lilacs.

I see daffodils at my laptop,
hyacinths by the recliner,
bumblebees in the coffee-mug,
robins by the iPhone,
sparrows atop the fridge.

Antic, frisky,
April announces,
I'm here! and flings
her hundred thousand flowers,
a laughing Ophelia
whose mind is all light.

Pray you, mark!
this tuft of green
which shines like nature's neon.
And look, this willow
burgeoning aslant
a gaily chattering brook!

All this bright grace
after long months
of cold hope!

Without You

Without you, life's a hole without a sock, A fruitless rind, some coffee-grounds (no brew): Sarcastic stars can only jeer and mock. ...