Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary; may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Snowfall
I will write my law not on stone tablets
but on the pages of the human heart.
I will write it on their hearts,
not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God.
Universalis Responsory
Snowfall
The air has become again
Minute design
Lilting down
All afternoon
Like a revelation
Effortless
And prismed
With no need
Of syllables
Or consonants
Only a
Surrendering
Beyond the grasping
At meanings
In emptiness
That becomes
The ground of grace
Where God illuminates
In every direction
The small soul
Like light
Through each season’s flake
Falling
Over the pentameters
Of the hills
While the sky
In all its wisdom
Opens
A brief gap
Before closing shut.
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Breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully stated. You are a gentle soul
ReplyDeleteThank you Nancy and Maryellen. The Lord's creations are breathtaking and beautiful...
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