That line, from Leonard Cohen’s haunting song, “The Future,” has been replaying in my mind this day, the Feast of the Transfiguration. This morning my pastor contrasted the brilliant appearance of Jesus on Mount Tabor with the flash of atomic light at Hiroshima. On Mount Tabor, our Lord was bathed in a dazzling white light [...]
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps by Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breathing or a [...]
Over at Vox Nova, Matt Talbot recently posted a beautiful meditation titled “A Blessed Reminder.” In it he wrote, “The austere and naked land reminds me … of my own impermanence and ultimate vulnerability. Abundance too often leads to confused priorities and muddles my perceptions of what my life is, and what my life means.” [...]
This is my second “guest post” at the Catholic group blog, Vox Nova. It appeared on July 6, 2011. For my second “guest post” here at Vox Nova, I had originally intended to write on one of several subjects that have claimed my interest lately, such as the application of Catholic Social Teaching to the [...]
1. Let us think of God as a lover Who never calls, Whose pleasure in us is aroused In unrepeatable ways, God as a body we cannot Separate from desire, Saying to us, “Your love Is only physical.” Let us think of God as a bronze With green skin Or a plane that draws the [...]
(For Mark) By David Gordon I. Waves As she sings, waves crash on the winter beach. Red tide. Raw morning. Coffee. Smoke. As she sings I was lost in the infinite sea, we cheer a Polish shipyard god. As she sings my knees are open to the sun, your queen steals a rook and knight. [...]
“Pied Beauty” by Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, [...]
“A Song On The End Of The World” by Czeslaw Milosz On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be. On the day the [...]