Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Holy Silence.


{I recently found this poem that I wrote in May 2016, as a reflection of my retreat time at Assumption Abbey in Ava, Missouri. The photo below is the visual that inspired my written words. Feel free to click for a closer view.}



My cotton blanket was an altar,
Green grass its ornamentation.
The call-and-response came from opposing sides of trees –
Some light, some dark,
With disparate harmony but equal parts.
I felt I could not properly sing along,
For the song was unfamiliar.
"Holy, holy, holy"
In notes not fitted for scale or staff.
The gnats, though intrusive to my altar,
Sang along; they knew their part.
As the sun shone its rays upon the sanctuary,
The stained glass of my heart also shone,
Illuminating the color of my prayer
That could only be expressed in awe-filled silence.

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