Tag Archives: Catholic poetry

Edge of Earth

I see edge of earth dipping below
horizon where blue light of morning
filters upward with cloud-cover and birdwing.

I hear cries of little ones stretch each
other thin and scratch through melting
patience of a forgiveness-filled house.

I smell planting season beneath closed
windows where damp earth warms and
waits for everything: rain sun seeds.

I feel grinding heaviness of Winter’s frozen
work resisting its fruition, contracting ever
tighter around its dormancy, afraid.

Tasting afternoon, its creamed coffee,
I plan days to come, savor days behind,
see the edge of earth and soak in now.

An Ars Poetica

You are my gift, dear poem,
you are like my breath; you wake me,
and sing me to sleep.

You are my gift, dear poetry,
you are like my life’s blood; you energize me
and carry me on.

You are my gift, dear writing,
you are like my body; you move me
and support my soul.

You are my gift, dear Giver of gifts,
you are the Poet; you create
and you keep on creating.

Catch the Sky

It is not ubiquitous,
not demanding or dark,
not boisterous or boring,
but kind and content,
this quietude, this inner equanimity,
this rarity, this royal rock,
this silent, still,
radiance of peace;
it comes out of wind,
a dove in free-fall catching
the sky with its wings
and liting on the soul,
this heart-space,
this ever-present entity
of light and love;
it is the wind, it is the sky,
it is the bird, the heart,
the peaceful soul.