“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
Easter Sunday
Fri, Apr 26 2019
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The two departed for Emmaus late morning;The heat of the day flopping itself downIn front of them like a hound dog. Soon the crowdsWould swell and clog the road. The dayWas overcast, our two pilgrims downcast—He whom they called Master having become outcast.It almost works with “grown” as well—the
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The Hours ~ 7 Poems – Part 7 of 7
Fri, Jan 4 2019
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Dragonflies Everywhere
Mon, Dec 10 2018
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Conjuring Up the Eternal – Part 3 of 7
Mon, Jul 31 2017
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III.Speaking of DeathInto the box of the black-eyed menace I go,Its coffin lid, like heaven itself, slammed shut.Steep cliffs loom large at each of its four wallsWhere vultures wait their turn in silence.I nod off. Who knows whether, if I sayI've come here seeking life and wisdom,With these gifts, or with neither, or with someKind of hellish madness, I will return? NoMatter. I follow
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Three Poems for the Coming of Spring – Part 3
Fri, Apr 28 2017
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III.A Boy's Song of SpringI want to laugh and sing, to tell riddles or share with youThe dream that woke me this morning, feeding sunlight to my eyes.I want to mix my words with the clatter of a bluejay's boxcar as it passes,Throwing long, like a train whistle, the football of my thoughts.I want to ride Spring's purity of power, its unbridled freedom. In a nutshell,To take up the joy of a lifetime
Five Poems for Lent and Easter – Part 5
Thu, Apr 13 2017
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V.Images for Easter(1) A white stone rolls into The sea and becomes a seashell. A white wave enfolds it.(2) A green and gold bird fits neatly Into the palm of the hand, Perched like a newly minted coin. The wind lifts its song high And sets it down gently Into a nest of invisible sunlight.(3) Fern leaves droop, draped In thin black ribbons of rain. They drink as if from themselves; The rain revives
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Three Poems for the Coming of Spring – Part 1
Mon, Mar 20 2017
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I.Another Spring PoemIt cannot be otherwise than with these white-cappedDogwoods loitering here and thereAmid the thin lances of the pine trees aimedAt the sky. The glass bottomBoat of the heavens floats slowly by overhead,While here below azaleas swirl like schools of fish.Yes, life teems, thick as a coral reef.A distant stretch of field lies strewnWith wriggly dandelions. And here close
Poems for the New Year – Part 4
Fri, Feb 3 2017
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IV.On Being BaptizedIn time I learned how to write of the sea. Or, better,Of the wave that carried me out to sea. Its warmChurning sound called me to the window. I looked outAnd, behold, there it was, the wave gathering in the distance.I watched it roll in, utterly spellbound by the sight.Should I call to it, I wondered? But before I could speakIt raised a cry of its own.
Five Poems for the New Year – Part 3
Fri, Jan 27 2017
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III.The Dead of WinterAnd there it was, this solid wall of cold disintegrating in an icy rain.My own bony body had already emptied itself out, soundingA few tinny chords that were unable to build a music for themselvesNo matter how hard they tried. Now night was washing ashore,A field of black roses flooding the lawn just below my window. *What am I to make of it? Day had raised a towerOf
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Five Advent Poems – Part 5
Fri, Dec 23 2016
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V.Christmas ShoppingLate fog crowds the streets. A starlit journey lies before me,Trudging through that part of my life where words like YuletideStill apply, where treasure chests openGlimmering 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 againIt's crossed my lips.
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