This is actually Pathway Poem #22, but I decided to use a title instead. The poem today is by Paul Quenon, a Trappist monk whose novice master and spiritual director at the abbey of Gethsemani was Thomas Merton. The poem is found in Unquiet Vigil: New and Selected Poems published by Paraclete Press. In the […]
Our lagoon is first to freeze. Long and less deep, beside a Great Lake. On sun sparkled ice fall-fattened geese land and slide, not so gracefully, then plop down. I drop onto the wooden bench. My winter jacket of down feathers slowly absorbs the cold bright sky.
GOD ANSWERS JOB*
You ask me, why. Who can give birth to ice? Who begets frost from the sky? Who can kiss water to stone? Whose breath alone can freeze the abyss?
*Job 37:10; 38:29-30 in paraphrase, with poetic license
Photo: Queen’s Lake Nature Reserve, New South Wales by Christopher Hill at Wikimedia Commons
In tender camaraderie within the covers of body and mind I declared to him: My shoulders are in my heart No better yet: My shoulders are in my womb To one up me he said: Mark off a spot I’m all shoulder
Solitary now Calling on God for insight and scanning the night sky Entranced I see the birth of galaxies He shows me opening upon opening wheeling within Brilliant harmony Majesty unfathomable
My vision reaps ecstatic time with grateful humility This is home While living lies in the light of others we can only reflect self-dignifying self-justifying But a better way is a mystery To mirror what we cannot know
Who is able to bear the weight of losing matter? Cloaked in pride eclipsed by certainty I grasp reason and forfeit precious faith When I surrender the shadows I am lifted into the Light of pure Love
Photo, Coconino National Forest – Flagstaff (Public Domain)
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