Black-jay

Black-jay

falls to verdant earth

searching

living soil as

soft rain

soothes the bitter truth

of being.

Answer to Prayer/ Ответ на молитву

Intervention given

responses finally heard

doubts all forgiven

sickness finally cured.

Prayers we have raised

for miracles here on Earth

but at the end of the day

only love can give birth

to our souls' calm acceptance

of your holy will,

for only in the eternal

can the present be fulfilled.

So reconcile us to the mystery

that surrounds our little lives.

Open our eyes to see

the brilliance of your living light

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Ответ на молитву

Вмешательство дано
наконец услышал ответ
сомнения все простил
болезни, наконец, вылечить.

Молитвы мы подняли
чудес здесь, на Земле
но в конце дня
только любовь может родить

чтобы успокоить принятие наши души "
вашей святой воле,
ибо только в вечной
может быть выполнено настоящее.

Так примирить нас с тайной,
которая окружает нашу маленькую жизнь.
Открой наши глаза, чтобы видеть
Блеск вашего живого света

Born Again

“To be born again is not to become somebody else, but to become ourselves. “       

Thomas Merton

Check in the mirror and

see who’s looking back.

Look deeply into your eyes

and see the darkness

of the center.

Your smirking self

is not important.

Don’t be swayed

by glint of silver or grey;

for age speaks no

wisdom,

and even your scars,

your hard-worn skin,

creased and mortal

means nothing

in the darkness

of the center.

Detachment

“We do not detach ourselves from things in order to attach ourselves to God, but rather we become detached from ourselves in order to see and use all things in and for God.” Thomas Merton

I live between two worlds.

On this substantial earth
senses stir in morning wind
eyes liven in golden light
the noonday sun flares,
arms, legs, back brushed with fire,
fevered brow, I hear clanging bells
the blare of trains, elephantine
motion, sure and steady
over the ungiving ground.

How shall I detach
from this panoply, this
pulsing world,
rousing
swirl of all-
sense?

Yet
when I pause
and look into your eyes,
your silence undoes me.

My soul twitches and sinks,
blissful, drowning fish
into the mystical
ink of your
eternal
wish.