Saturday, February 23, 2019

like water

rushing in
trees sing in the breeze, 
in the gale at the end of the
world. sun drops over the edge, spinning world, straining to
break free, by gravity held, trapped
like me as night drops
like water
in the

(3 June 2013)

Thursday, February 21, 2019

Cold Winds

Cold winds,
the sharp edge
of winter — hard
and solid and blue —
fires dull fields to green
as slate-grey trees
their secret lives

Tuesday, February 19, 2019


I know you stroll 
beyond Andromeda
gazing on Magellanic Clouds,
but I cannot see that far. 

I am stardust 
to Earth-fallen.

Yet I seek you in the autumn rain,
hear you singing in the evening wind.

Your breath fills my empty lungs,
your smile lights my darkened eyes,
and my heart overflows 
with your sacred blood —

love spilling,

(11 June 2011 - 2/19/2019)

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Chemin de Jerusalem

“Openness is not something to be acquired, but a radical gift that has been lost and must be recovered.’ Thomas Merton

I walk slowly seemingly without aim or direction, gaze down to flowering tiles, waver, feel lost, yet see the way leads always to the center
(22 June 2012)

Friday, February 8, 2019

Who I Am

“To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name.”   Thomas Merton. New Seeds of Contemplation

Through bone-wrapped eyes, through murky vitreous,
through matter grey, lightning emotions flying
at the speed of light through my
tunnel vision, I focused on what was
just beyond the
end of my

I did not create that small voice
singing sweetly in
my ringing

but just before dawn, fingers numb,
hair disordered by the
western breeze
to Your love,

I heard Your voice!

Now the warmth of morning
cradles me
open hands.

Now I know
who I am.

(24 May 2012)

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

How Beautiful (from Isaiah 52:7)

"The inspirations of the Holy Ghost are quiet, for God speaks in the silent depths of the spirit. "Thomas Merton

How beautiful 
on the mountain
are the feet of him 
who treads
bright paths of

From winter's
gray day he
sings into being
new life

and eternal