Sunday, May 1, 2016

Easter 6 C - May 1, 2016

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY
Br. Roy Parker, OHC
Easter 6 C - Sunday, May 1, 2016


Our Br. Roy read this poem as his meditation on today's gospel (John 14:23-29).
 
The Trinity as per A.Rublev
A Prayer To The God Who Fell From Heaven
By John Shea

If you had stayed
tightfisted in the sky
and watched us thrash
with all the patience of a pipe smoker,
I would pray like a golden bullet
aimed at your heart.

But the story says you cried
and so heavy was the tear
you fell with it to earth
where like a baritone in a bar
it is never time to go home.

So you move among us
twisting every straight line into Picasso,
stealing kisses from pinched lips,
holding our hand in the dark.

So now when I pray
I sit and turn my mind like a television knob
till you are there with your large, open hands
spreading my life before me
like a Sunday tablecloth
and pulling up a chair yourself
for by now
the secret is out.

You are home.

2 comments:

Tessa Kale said...

What a lovely poem. Thank you. Did Brother Roy have any further words to offer in his meditation or did he leave the poem to say it all?

Bernard Delcourt said...

Br. Roy just introduced the poet briefly.