Running all the way,
bent double in breathless pain
we peer and see
the gaping grave
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“What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.” Thomas Merton
“To love another person is to see the face of God.” Victor Hugo
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See the perfect sky of November
cloudless, cool, southern sun,
garden of blue eternity
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"Come, dervishes: here is the water of life. Dance in it."
Thomas Merton
The night looked bad.
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Grey,
torn, and twisted
they fill the sky
with the slow motion
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The generals line-up, war-plans
in withered hands, ready to strike
the children.
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You breathe, and my lungs
rise and fall like winter trees
swaying, sure of spring,
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Storms pass, winds subside
life abides.
See how the cottonwoods trees
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Just before nightfall
your new leaves
softly sway
in the cool delta breeze,
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Fog's gone, the sky rises
to steaming heights
sheds hot silver to gleaming bay
thin lines of fire spreading
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Living trees, grass rising
from dark cool soil
Roses, like blood from a wound
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Wind-chimes
clamor in the night.
Breezes rush
through unseen leaves.
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In arching waters
the black bird dances
with graceless step,
head jerks, probing soft soil,
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rising high
godlike I gazed
from where cranes fly
unconcerned, over
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Blue day too quickly ends
consumed by foggy night.
Proceed with care
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Read the poems and you will have an idea of me.)
Leap Of Faith
You've decided
that you want me,
and so commanded
flashing angels
to invade my night,
with my blind bliss
to contend,
and weary with seraphic strife
I gave in:
a pius moment
here and there,
a sign of the cross,
a whispered prayer,
until, patient Father,
in bright dreams you've called
and led me high
up your holy mountain
promising
that I will rise
and never,
never fall.