Wednesday, August 28, 2013

star of the sea

edge of night,

cold consuming
blackening hills,

clears barely
the deepening ridge

bright tears -
star of the sea.


I’m an unworthy vessel,
a rusty cup.

I foul your pure wine
with my common

and yet
you fill me up again.

Brimful with your
glittering love
I become
a golden chalice
to hold your sacred

Friday, August 16, 2013

Night Rises

“There is not a flower that opens, not a seed that falls into the ground, and not an ear of wheat that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind that does not preach and proclaim the greatness and mercy of God to the whole world.
There is not an act of kindness or generosity, not an act of sacrifice done, or a word of peace and gentleness spoken, not a child’s prayer uttered, that does not sing hymns to God.”

Thomas Merton, “Friday Psalm Prayer,” A Book of Hours

night rises
from the still-warm earth

climbs rough trunks to
higher planes

to where leaves still burn
in golden flames.