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Easter Lilies
May 18, 2018
| beauty, Carmelite spirituality, church, Easter, faith, joy, poetry, witness
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Ah. Such joy! Strewn across the sanctuary!
White lilies, blaring their trumpets in
a brilliant white chorus; continuing
for days and then into weeks.
Now their nodding drooping heads are
covered with quantities of bright yellow
pollen. And having spent their beauty
And mingled their fragrance with the
sacred incense, they were sent forth.
Dismissed, to line the walkway up to
the church – an honour guard of
curious sentries – with strong stems and
robust green leaves raised high.
One by one they depart, in the arms
Of the faithful, perhaps to be planted
In a garden amidst later blooming
companions who, upon seeing such
Stalwart witnesses will rise up and finish
the Paschal Tide…in like form.
Written by Hannah De Lisser
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Lily
May 14, 2018
| Carmel, God's love, poetry, stillness
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Now night has past
Your Creator's Love caresses; A new heart beats
To a song from antiquity.
The still small voice
Gives birth to a lily so fair; Mount Carmel calls
Her bride forever planted there.
Written by Michelle Estep, OCDS
Austin, TX
Dónde está tu Madre
May 14, 2018
| Blessed Anne of St. Bartholomew, death, grief, mourning, poetry, St. Teresa, tribute
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[Blessed Anne of St. Bartholomew's speaks to herself at the death of St. Teresa, her spiritual mother and soul's companion.]
The spokes of the wheels are not groaning in the dirt
The spokes of the wheels are not groaning in the dirt
That carried the Bride upon the Castilian patchwork
The hand that slew dragons and traversed castles in ink
Has clasped on its’ Bridegroom
Dónde está tu Madre
I cannot see her in my tears
Her voice echoes in the room
Daughter of the Church
Keep repeating, do not lose it
Yes I am her daughter
Dónde está tu Madre
Specks of dust in the sunlight
You are honored to be near her
Almost as the dust on her sandals
Dónde está tu Madre
She is no longer mine
Detach, the journey has ended
The hungry come to distribute
Her sanctity
Dónde está tu Madre
Written by Charles Jakubczak, OCDS
Doctors of Divine Love Community
Atlanta, GA
Other Blogs by Secular Discalced Carmelites:
- Bethany Hang Out – a blog by Shawn Chapman, OCDS. Shawn is a member of the Austin community of Secular Discalced Carmelites. She also writes regularly for ATX Catholic online.
- Elizabeth Explores Writing – a blog by Elizabeth Ogilvie, OCDS. Elizabeth is a Secular Discalced Carmelite of the U.S. Central Province.
- Gray Rising – a blog by Tim Bete, OCDS. Tim is a member of the community of the Secular Discalced Carmelites in Dayton, OH.
- Hearth Cake and a Jug of Water – Mary Bellman, a member of the Dallas OCDS community, sends out a daily Carmelite quotation by e-mail. Send her an email at bellman.mary@gmail.com if you would like to be added on her mailing list and receive these Carmelite quotations.
- Illumina, Domine – a blog by Pat Enk, a Secular Discalced Carmelite of the U.S. Central Province.