Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Narrow Road



The narrow road
flows down the valley,
past hedge row, vineyard, orchard,

red farmhouses and
white mansions;

their black fences are lines
defining isolation

from the grey shacks decaying
where rough life once rejoiced!

I enter our little cemetery
where you wait
for my simple gifts…..

home-grown flowers,
a prayer,
a tear.

I’ll visit again
tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Enter the Sanctuary


Photo: Apple Tree in Spring, Steven Federle

To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation:

Deep in the tangle of branch and leaf
I move to the core, to the dark shaft
that draws life up from the muddy ground

to blooms sprung to being
by the ascendant sun,
open, imbibing morning light
like new wine, drunk with love.

Here I seek You
in Your green sanctuary,
hiding, gleeful,
anxious to be found.

(14 May 2012)

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Pure Hope





“We are not perfectly free until we live in pure hope. For when our hope is pure, it no longer trusts exclusively in human and visible means, nor rests in any visible ends. “ Thomas Merton


Close the the gun’s edge
life is sharply
defined.

Clarity is achieved
when you have nothing left
but hope.

That’s when you realize
that your life stands
without any visible
means of
support;

like  a high-
wire walker,
you are
pure.

That’s why
you have the freedom
to stand between
the red rage

and the children.



(14 Dec 2013)

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Alone


Alone
on this 4th of July morning
the sounds of sleep,
peace surrounds me.

Birds call, content
in the gentle, warm wind
of this summer day
dedicated to remembrance.

I can see you now
when I close my eyes.

I took you to the parade!

You were just two then,
clasping my hand
as the big firetrucks rolled by!

Amazed, smiling, happy.

Perhaps later today
I’ll find some flowers
red, and white, and blue
to cover your marker

to make you smile
and take my hand.