Biography of Midifo Yearns
My name is Michael Digby Foley (Midifo) . I am a Catholic Priest belonging to a missionary congregation in the church.
Midifo Yearns Poems
With age the questions come and go and life begins its doubts to sow for somehow now truth stands alone and can no more be carved in stone;
Claim The Sky
Confusion reigns, things fall apart with focus gone, no place to start the journey that must lead to path where seed will die at first, and
Life Is Gift
Should fingers loosen and I be gone Mere splash on earth, all lost In futile effort to please, be done. With all the cries and deadly cost
Smell of man labored by the day, scented Sweated wet and hunkish peers out From deep sunk eyes marked at edge With kindness lines broken at the rim
Abraham And Isaac Sonnet
What a journey, what a chore. What a pain and open sore Heavy steps and silent weight; heavy heart in labored rate Pictures flashing through the mind break the seal to open door To insight of a parent’s wait, the challenge on each parent’s plate
Secret hidden space, at core of all I am alive with Life, creative breath gentle touch of love that will not cease place of silent stillness and of peace
Stars Of Night
Among stars of night there lingers still some trace perhaps. Oh no, the darkness thick and fierce, chokes eyes of old man peering into night sky, with thin hope, to
I will rise up and go now to seek that special place where the swells and waves of ocean break on rocks and spread like lace
Sonnet At The Sea
I wonder at the beauty of the sea waves that swell, decline, but never rest storms that rage and fill the ocean breast to then subside, in quiet stillness there to be.
Sacred child, dancing in the wind of time singing in the heart, playing on the flute of lost memories, finding there the rhyme to bring to life songs and hymns that suit
Pilgrim breaking through the fence ugly wall of trust-less brick and stone crawls like worm, the path goes hence from lies too strong, yet truth be known.
Mystery Of Desire
We lay once more together on our sacred bed Holding hands and minds, wondering quietly If we can stay with desire and hold it, as Lovingly as we do, each other’s hands.
Gone The Days Of Life
Life’s days that seemed abundant, are numbered less than half and everywhere, in every place, clock ticks the hours away. Time passed is fixed in waiting; too costly the delay; barren doubts produce no fruit; beast that will not calf
Glass Of Wine
Cheeky gust of wind lifts her skirt and leaves an autumn leaf upon her shoe. She does not notice, she’s all alone; sitting at the edge, sipping glass of wine.
Sonnet At The Sea
I wonder at the beauty of the sea
waves that swell, decline, but never rest
storms that rage and fill the ocean breast
to then subside, in quiet stillness there to be.
I ponder too, the mystery of each tree
that reaches down to clutch, raises arms to wrest
the sky’s soft hue, embrace it as a guest
and then, let go, allow it just to be.
Somehow deep within, sea and tree are there