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.
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| Angelus, God's love, Holy Spirit, Holy Trinity, Liturgy of the Hours, poetry, prayer, Psalm
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“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
The Hours ~ 4 Poems - Part 4
Mon, Oct 15 2018
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IV.Nightfall: Compline~The Dark Presence of the DivineYou will light my candle, Lord, my God;You will enlighten my darkness.With your help I can run the race;With your help, my God, I can leap over a wall. (Ps 18:29-30) 1.A sudden gust of blackbirds awakens,Rising as one thing, a sphere, and rolling off acrossThe cornfields
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The Hours ~ 4 Poems – Part 3
Tue, Oct 2 2018
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III.Sunset: Vespers~For St. John of the Cross Soaring on the wings of the dawnto find shelter in the setting sun,it would be Your hand that would carry me,Your right hand holding me safe, (Ps 139:9-10) 1.He didn’t have to wait here long. SunsetSoon came, sliding down the
The Hours ~ 4 Poems – Part 2
Fri, Sep 28 2018
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II.Noontime: Sext~The Angelus The Lord watches over you,like one who shades you from heatHe is right there, at your right hand. (Ps 121:5)The pealing bell, each chime shaped into a ball,Rides the air like soap bubbles. "It's a splendid gesture,Overlaid with the colors of the rainbow, as if a flockOf butterflies spread
The Hours ~ 4 Poems – Part 1
Fri, May 18 2018
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