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Word of Peace:
Emmanuel.

The Benedictine Monks of
Weston Priory
Highlights From the Fall/Winter 2004 Bulletin

Poetry Selections

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COSTLY GIFT

    The world spins, whirls
         in oval procession around the great fire.
    The world spins, whirls
    in one continuing act of being born.
     
    Earth spins. Yet,
         in the heart's deepest recess
              a shudder disturbs our sleep.
    Is earth spinning—out of control?
     
    Were woman, man, flesh and bone, blood and breath
         made for this—
              roar of guns, fire of a different sort,
              the slaying of Abel renewed in endless compulsion?
              The city of God in ruins?
     
    With trembling hands, we lift this fractured globe in prayer.
    What, we ask, has become of the Wondrous Exchange,
         the wedding of heaven with earth,
              God with us,
              spirit with flesh,
              friend with foe?
         Has even this strayed from its orbit?
     
    Suddenly, during our night-turning,
         in this blood-soaked world of Cain
         (Bethlehem is here or nowhere),
    hope's promise is born again,
         Christ, Sun of Justice,
         a meteor forever flaring among us
              in an exchange of gifts more costly
              than we can imagine.
    A Fire no darkness can extinguish.
    O admirabile comercium! O wondrous exchange!

- Brother Philip

WINTER KOANS

Winter is cold
we sense
how bold
underneath all
it holds
a green river runs
even beavers cannot
control  
 
- Brother Columba

Full
moon
on a
winter's
nite
bends
needles
of
a
balsam
tree

 
- Brother Columba

 
WATCHING
      Watching this November sky
      Turn itself to marble white,
      And the chilling wind
      Play among the fallen leaves,
      To turn this dull day
      Into a dance, and, as if to say
      Goodbye to the fickle summer,
      I follow the lead of the happy leaves
      And feel safe to let go of time
      And to sail with the gusts of wind
      Into what this next fall day of waiting
      Will bring.

- Brother Augustine



 
A CLEAR EVENING

      On a clear evening, in early winter,
      The warm sun, with its brilliant
      Reflection upon the first snows,
      Has set,—and left
      An orange-red glow
      Above the stilled trees,
      As if to speak of what has passed,
      And more,—to hold our hearts
      In waiting for what is still to come.

- Brother Augustine


 
BLOOD-RED-ROSE
    From distant darkness
    far beyond our knowing
    darts a star
         across the horizon of our lives
          a light like a blossom
          that blooms and fades;
    a light that dies
          and rises again
          from beneath the frozen snow of destiny
          of human love and hate and fear;
     
    A one-time gift
          that never fails
          to reappear;
    that once-for-all-rejected
          offers itself
          again and yet again.
     
    Blood-Red-Rose
          cut from stump and stem
          of Jesse's tree—
          God's Gift set free
          for all humanity.
     
    From far beyond the stars
          and cosmic dreams;
    from farthest reaches of space and time,
    your word is sent, O God,
          to set our hearts ablaze
          to turn another page
          of history.
     
    We the deaf the blind the lame,
    the naked and the homeless;
    we wait again and yet again
    to hear your healing Word of Peace:
    Emmanuel.

- Brother John

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