Poetry Tuesday

Greetings, All.  Thank you for your prayers and best wishes while I was on retreat.  I'll have a few posts from that up today and tomorrow, but at the same time respecting the principles of St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross - some things must remain secret.

I am working on a longerish piece concerning priesthood and discipleship that might be ready for display next week. As we have had two longer pieces, I'll give a shorter piece of doggeral I found in the back of my journal.  It's really not that bad all considered.

My Thanks to Gilbert

I shall not cast you

     in the wordful pantomime

except within the prosenium cerebral.

I owe a debt to you; a clarifying thought

and nullifying word

you gave over.

It, a paradox, illumines and darkens,

but that is what happens --

when one curtain's fall so another may rise.

I cannot say if or when

we shall exchange these words,

but it cheers me to hope to hope to see the scene.

For this, I thank you, the clarity to state that

which free one makes --

to look at Creation,

breath relief in a sigh, and say,

"It did not begin with me."