The Young Monk

The young monk celebrates Mass:

 

A young monk knees in the aisle

In the West, in the shallow 

Where the nave comes to an end. 

 

The young monk kneels in prostration

Concentrated, and with stern affirmation

He salutes Creator of earth and all the heavens. 

 

The young monk approaches the lectern

Reading, he fears nothing but goodness in the Lord

For, “the eternal light and my life is in God”.

 

The young monk speaks of St. John the Baptist

His buried head in the tomb, placed upon a dish   

And giving thanks, he casts forth a desirous wish. 

 

The young monk desires it to be true

Closing the book, he prepares what is due

At the sign of the cross taking his cue. 

 

The young monk awaits with expectation

The great coming of all the nations

Through Christ, Redeemer and our Salvation.

 

The young monk stirs at the altar

Eyes below and neck craned to the floor

The Eucharist gifts on him are restored. 

 

The young monk and his fellow brethren

In cheerful tune, and peaceful procession

Joy abounding from the inaugural passion

Return to the cloister, mercy within

Free from Sin.

 

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Where is the Light?

A poem pondering the faith of our forefathers:

 

Where is the light?

Where is the light?

Did God come, not to frighten us

But to shine a torch on Life?

 

Where are our forefathers?

Where are our forefathers?

In our memories, are they awakened

Saving legacy of love and gratitude?

 

Where are we now?

Where is Life?

Did we strife, the good old fight

To aggressively cast away the Light?

Reflections on Christ

Three poems to celebrate his living and loving grace:

 

OUR DAILY BREAD

We are all part of His one Body;

Christ, and the Father Godhead. This is the

Bread of Life; the energy of all things.

Created once, broken, and shared for

all Eternity. It is the force that

sustains us; the gift of life; God’s gift to us. 

 

OUR SWEET LOVE

He is the sweetest touch of my life;

He is the most graceful presence

I have ever felt or knelt beside,

I have ever judged or loved,

That I can ever hope to experience;

He is the love of my life.

 

OUR SPIRIT

The Spirit blows up on high

Beyond those church wardens

Heart so vast and open as the sky

Where in steady breathe it returns

Whence came grace and our cries

Homebound, into the land of Zion

At the foot, there was the Cross

Of Christ crucified.