Discalced Carmelite Friars

Province of St. Therese

Poet and Contemplative

“From the abundance of his spirit [the poet] pours out secrets and mysteries rather than rational explanation” (Prologue, The Spiritual Canticle).

“In contemplation God teaches the soul very quietly and secretly, without its knowing how, without the sound of words” (Chapter 39, The Spiritual Canticle).

In the spirit of St. John of the Cross, this blog reflects on the contemplative experience and the poetic experience, sometimes separately and distinctly, sometimes in common, as mutually enlightening.

I will also post to this blog, from time to time, my own poetry, with a short interpretive note attached.

~ Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD

Five Advent Poems – Part 5


Christmas Shopping

Late fog crowds the streets.  A starlit journey lies before me,
Trudging through that part of my life where words like Yuletide
Still apply, where treasure chests open
Glimmering in the faces of shoppers as they elbow past.
Soon lights, too, will flicker, to chase away every shadow of self-pity.

Life is truly beautiful.  I've said that before, once again
It's crossed my lips.  Frosty breath is for frosty breathing, right?
Carols nurse themselves from sound to sentiment
By feeding upon my heart.  'Tis the season to be out
And about.  The sidewalk throws itself down before me
And emits its one wish . . . to skate from my mind as I slide along,

A mere blade of a boat, my sail bellied with good cheer.
Oh, to think that it was among elves, long ago,
That I first heard it, my head sitting atop two shoulders, that old,
Old story.  I pause and walk on.  These streets carry such life in their arms. 

Maybe that's what I've been waiting for all this Advent.

Written by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD
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