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

Poems for the New Year – Part 5


Intimations of Spring

It took a thousand years, but at last a new warmth
Worked itself free.  Slicing through alleyways no bigger
Than a man's fist, this first hint of spring soon picked up speed,
Veering left and right like stampeding cattle,
Bumping against doors and shutters and jostling wind chimes.
The clatter sent pigeons soaring skyward like fireworks,
The day's cloud cover parting before them.  The breeze, now a wind,
Had succeeded in bringing sunlight and blue sky to the world.

Indeed, this now gusty wind broke free of the city, carving steps
Up the mountainside.  Higher and higher it climbed, halting
Only once when it paused to fill this pine forest
With its restless spirit, the trunks of the trees tracing small circles
In the air, and stirring the sunny sky as if with a thousand spoons.
Yes, spring cares deeply for all its handiwork, towering high
Above the earth, awaiting its time to descend.  Then it will send forth

Thin, wispy streamers to trail breathlessly across the sky.

Written by Fr. Bonaventure, OCD
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