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--Simon Pedro Arnold, OSB

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Spring-Summer 2006 Bulletin
December 2005 - May 2006

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A Selection of Poetry

Cloud of Mercy

We thank you and we praise you, God-
Radiance of the rising sun,
Splendor of the universe-
So far beyond our reach,
So deep within us-
We falter
As we seek your face!

We thank you for Jesus,
Passing cloud
Of your mercy and compassion.

Strong summer shield
That shades our eyes
From blazing heat and fire
Too bright for us to bear.

Cool autumn rain
That coaxes courage
To persevere
When all seems lost and vain.

White winter snow-
That calms our fears and dread of death.
Still silence,
Stirring tides of tears that flow.

Wellspring of life-
We, budding shoots
Nipped by freezing frost of sin.
In him
We rise in hope
Again and yet again.

For him, your humble gift,
We sing a song of praise.

- Brother John

Spring's Glory Unfolding

wind rustles
back pond
skims purple crocuses
and stops at
my window.

they look right into your face,
in a group
along roadside
bend and show their yellow sunshine.

you bow your head,
grateful, uplifted,
green nature's miracle,

as if directed
by a hidden conductor,

maple buds burst
all over the hillside

a warm amber
fire of spring.

- Brother Columba

On a Fragrant June Day

Try as you might, to take
Your wandering eye
Away from this beautiful green mountain;
For, in the moment of a glance,
It has entangled itself
In the web of your heart;
And, like gravity,
Pulls at you to find
That pearl, long buried in
The cluttered cellars of your life.
Or maybe, without warning,
It slides onto the other side
Of your long guarded
Life's balance, to perhaps
Play seesaw with you,
Until you cry out: enough!
And finally give in,
To reverence its presence-
That sweet scent of eternity
In your heart.

- Brother Augustine

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