Saturday, June 24, 2017

Invitation to Dream



Photo: Brian Federle 2017, Night Sky

Pain has an element of blank;   
It cannot recollect   
When it began, or if there were   
A day when it was not.   
 
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain   
Its past, enlightened to perceive   
New periods of pain.
 

Emily Dickinson


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When I last  saw you
Your eyes danced with joy
and You filled my life
With hope.

But now you’ve gone
beyond my pale sight.

Oh, feel how
the knife twists in my gut!
Oh, weep with me my stinging tears!

Then come with me
as this darkness descends,

and together,
Let us dream.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Breaking Silence



Photo "Stream" Brian Federle, 2014

It is not speaking that breaks our silence, 
but the anxiety to be heard. Thomas Merton


In chilled twilight swells
the chorus overwhelming
echoing passion,

half of water, half  
of leafy bank, they fill the
night with lusty will,

persistent, straining
these marshland poets converge, 
anxious to be heard.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Because We Are Loved

Photo Brian Federle, San Francisco, 2008

“...we come into being because we are loved and because we are meant to love others.”
Thomas Merton, Honorable Reader: Reflections on My Work


Deep inside
my silent room,
I gaze
at nothing,

as beyond the door
in trees glowing,
green and glistening,
birds sing, spring-
mad, mated,
passion-played!

The sun’s rising,
cradling
Your risen
world,

and so I emerge. 

(2012, 2017)


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Golden Day, Emerald Summer


Mt Hood National Forest, 2014, Brian Federle

Golden day, emerald summer,
buds erupting
to green clusters
of sweet fruit –

so sit with me awhile
in the morning shade
as the sun slides
imperceptibly toward night

and see how small birds alight
on St. Francis as he blesses
all God’s green world with

life rioting, wind-
blown seeds,
weeds wedging into small,
narrow spaces between
slender blades
of tender spring grass;

and though
I cannot see you,
know that I love you
as I know
you love me.

So together
we’ll listen
as the morning
breeze sings
of life never-
ending!

Pentecost



When you left us
I saw how the clouds parted,
rent curtains,
as you cleared earth’s
drossy smear,
and passed into a heaven
bright beyond
our wildest imagining.

Bereft, fearful, we
shut tight the door
against wolves’ howling
and waited for you
to keep your promise.

At first it was a whisper,
the sea-ward wind
prying loose our
weak walls,

but soon the song rose, until
its power overwhelmed us
with chords of faith,
and, afire at last,

we spoke!

Friday, June 2, 2017

Mercy and Love

"Joshua Tree National Park" Brian Federle, 2016

In order to know and love God as He is, we must have God dwelling in us in a new way, not only in His creative power but in His mercy.  Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation.

Nothing I could do
would ever be enough
to make the dead-wood
live.  Though the wind
and rain sever bright leaves,
tender blossoms from
the cherry tree, and the
birds themselves fly
from my anger,

I know
I could never
make it right,

though with tears I flood,
nourish them with a
broken heart’s blood

I am powerless.

Yet still these bruised stems,
thicken and split
to bud, spill green life,
fill the earth
with mercy
and love.

(2012, 2017)