Transcending
Ocean waves lapping on a lonely shore;they cause deep stirrings within.My soul drifts toward this natural call,and I move from a place herein.The wind through the trees when leaves are no more;whispers of something unspoken.It…
Category: Original Poetry
The Stigmata of St. Francis
Seraph-spread wings And the wings of the tree Branches like outstretched arms And hands pinioned, punctured The taste of honey and vinegar Agony and Ecstasy Rough-wool clad Naked unto God Seraph-sealed lips And the eyes…
Water-Stained Pages in a Missal
Crinkly, wrinkly pages in a missalThey’re water-stained – how did that come to be?Maybe it was when the bishop visitedAnd sloshed us with his shaky aspergillum Or when an infant at her baptismProtested the proceedings…
The Great Tree
I looked up at the tree, so much bigger than me.Its branches spread wide,for all who would see. So big and so tall, higher than them all;strength fresh and still green;many felt its call. There…
Song of a Faerie
She dances on petals of ivory flowers,her fingers brush the tiny hair of the leaves.Long wings flow behind her.I’d think she was an angel if she wasn’t so small. More join her, as the flowers…
Shades of Stories, Shards of Time
When I was young, I traveled round the world, As all adventurers are wont to do, And noticed a most curious occurrence That, as I went, still curiouser grew. In London as I hailed a…
Brother Leo Remembers Brother Francis
“What was he like?”I asked,exhausted from my climb to pierce thecold cliff top cloister ofthis cowled brother’s retreat,hoping to stir to remembrance his soul;first stung by the Seraph’s fire so long ago,yet burning still in…
Praying for Rain on Saint Swithin’s Day
Oh, yes, there are pale necromancers stillLike poor Macbeth’s witches summoning factsThat rise like bloated corpses to the surfaceOf strange electromechanical cauldrons But we consult the winds, the clouds, the starsWhose songs and shapes and…
Bees Disapprove of Us
There’s nothing the bees care to learn from usWe talk to them anyway in our idlenessHaving put away the hose or the rakeWe’re in the mood to gab for a little while But Calvinist bees…