“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 Poems for Lent and Easter – Part 5
Thu, Apr 13 2017
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 them.
(4) Stars spin round, reflected
In the pitch black eyes
Of deer, their meek, upturned gaze
As innocent as an African violet.
(5) Moss hums sleepily
Above the soft murmur of its
Damp bed of wood.
Legends grow here, deep
In the forest, beneath toadstools
And bedtime stories.
(6) The thought of a crisp apple
Compares poorly with the taste
Of a crisp apple. To our
Good fortune and delight, thought
Has turned into taste.
(7) As day falls all around us,
It leaves to us the feel, the form,
The face of it falling.
I pause to let it happen.
"How favored we are," I think.
Written by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD