“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
Reflections on Holy Week – Part 3 of 4
Tue, May 14 2019
Image by kholisrevenge from Pixabay The Gospels tell us another resurrection story. Death becomes a passage no longer strictly into, but through and beyond our personal isolation and abandonment into a state of complete communion in the Spirit (as in esprit de corps). At the moment of death the question that has haunted me throughout life becomes
Reflections on Holy Week – Part 2 of 4
Fri, May 10 2019
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay What happened to Jesus’ body after his crucifixion? The gospel speaks of resurrection, of his being raised from the dead. That’s the word we Christians use, referring to a transcendent, divine victory over death. Jesus is here with us. He is here in his body, his humanity, his historical self. He is here
Reflections on Holy Week – Part 1 of 4
Wed, May 1 2019
What happened to the body of Jesus after his crucifixion? Where did it go? It depends on what me mean by body, right?By body are we referring to Jesus’ humanity, or, more specifically, to his mortality, his being subject to a finite existence as an isolated and vulnerable self, ultimately beholden to death?Or, in a similar, but more theological vein, are we referring to his being incarnate—that
Two Paschal Poems
Mon, Mar 21 2016
Last year for Holy Week I posted four poems intended to mark the spirit of the Paschal Mystery, of the Easter Triduum. I wrote those poems some time ago—in fact, quite some time ago—although I'm not sure why that matters. The following two poems I also wrote some time ago, and they, too, are intended for these special holy days of the Ester Triduum.
Poems for Holy Week - 4 of 4
Sat, Apr 4 2015
What the Angels SangAnd then he will send out the angels and gather his electfrom the four winds, from the end of the earth to the end of the sky. ~Mk 13:27If we were to start to tell their names, so many,One by one, the sky would soon fill with light, the treesAwaken, and the air wrap itself in folds of woolRound the rows of houses standing out in the cold.Soon it would happen .
Poems for Holy Week - 3 of 4
Fri, Apr 3 2015
At the Burial of Jesus You went and the hilltop shuddered, loosed of its burden.The air tastes of salt, here so very far from the sea.It is strange. The waves are churning, the tide rolls in,The sun sets; very quietly and hastily we finish.Each goes off to his own house. We do not say Good-bye. Shall we meet again tomorrow?When we had sealed the tomb, when everyone living at that
Poems for Holy Week - 2 of 4
Thu, Apr 2 2015
At the CrossYour hands and arms are thrown wide, For you are trying to stand very still; there’s not much earthLeft to you, and what is burns like a torch.Smoke curls upward and disappears:We watch the day end. Night droops like a tent; we tie down the flap.Now we must let our talk expand, let our dreams roam wide,Then return, stepping forth into the light. We seeThe thought of them called
Poems for Holy Week - 1 of 4
Tue, Mar 31 2015
Good Friday 1.The sun sets slowly, an eyeball of wrath, unblinking; Dogs begin to bark. In a far corner of the worldA watchman ceremoniously lowers a flag and folds itFor the night. He has done this before;He will do it this last time. Then the long farewell Will have ended. He who once was among us will have gone. 2.The wind picks up and