Kevin Rice Poems

How can it be that you are there
Quiet, hidden and at peace
In the long still silence of the monastery cell
And then, joyful and clamorous
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Is anything more beautiful than this
To walk light-hearted in the morning wood
Where air and all the elements
Await expectantly
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It's you, O, Lord
Who writes the words
Which fill the pages
Of the book
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Am I secure in silence?
Am I safe
When I am still?
Is there peace in repose?
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All was peaceful in the house that day
An uneventful morn like any other
Half-heartedly I trifled
At ordinary things,
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As the leaf falls
So shall I
When autumn asks for me
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Wordsmiths we are,
Who dig and cut
The rough gems of sentiment and notion
And cut again,
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Conveyed there by an artist's hand
In peasant garb, at harvest time,
A couple in the twilight stand
As church bells, in the distance, chime
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On my dark canvas
A bleak story lies
That speaks of foul deceit
Engulfed in shadows,
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At his command we rowed from shore
Till finally, afar in the Sea of Galilee
Our sail snatched up the wind
And bore us forth
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