We consider the goldfish, famous for his short attention span and tiny perspective, and imagine him as having man's assurance of the completeness of his knowledge. We note that this assurance is foolish, and consider how foolish man's must be, as well, given the shortness of our time on earth and how little of the universe we can know. The Goldfish
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A loving examination of the beautiful symbolism of incense and the thurible at Mass, trying to encompass the sight, sound, and smell of it. Come, See the Smoke
Presenting the figure of a lady in the night, and then the moon in the sky, we compare and eventually identify these two, and note how the cool, silvery light of the moon is ultimately just the warm, golden light of the sun reflected onto earth. The comparison to the Blessed Virgin Mary is immediately evident; and we note that moonlight can be just as good as sunlight for those who are blind, if that's what they're able to see. The Silver Light
Amidst the rejoicing of Pentecost, this poem was written. It's not subtle, but it does aptly express the joy of the Christian at the coming of the Holy Spirit. Combining the two primary symbols of the Holy Spirit (the dove and the flame), we contemplate how the Holy Ghost comes in after the Ascension. It echoes some of the symbolism from our earlier poem for Easter, Alleluia! The Sun has Arisen, but I think that's fair theologically and historically, given that the works of the Three Persons are the works of each and every, and that Christ Himself was incarnate of the Holy Spirit. The Dove of Fire
In continued keeping with our recent nature theme, we turn now to the female cardinal. Less showy (some would say less gaudy) than her mate, the female cardinal has a unique beauty all her own. We contemplate that beauty and how it speaks to us. The Lady Cardinal
In keeping with our nature theme for the last two weeks, we present another poem concerning the lovely sights of spring. The cardinal remains in the area for the winter, of course, but one caught my eye on a walk recently, and in the lovely spring day this poem came out of it. The Cardinal
We have already addressed this beautiful little flower once before; here, in honor of their blooming once again in this beautiful spring, we honor them again. The Dandelion, Revisited
Inspired by my daily walks this spring, this poem poured forth. Less "deep" than most of the recent work I've posted, this is pure revelry in the beauties of spring, with only brief reflection on how brief those beauties are, and how they will return again. Also written entirely in couplets, which is an unusual form for me. All Hail the Spring!
St. Francis famously referred to his body as his "brother the ass," referring to its brutishness and the difficulty of controlling it. St. Thomas Aquinas also compared defeating temptation to supporting one side in a fight: we feed the fighter we hope will win, but we deprive the fighter we hope will lose. So when we fight aspects of our selves, we starve those aspects, and feed the aspects that we wish to rise and win. This poem echoes both these metaphors, along with a modernized version of one of Plato's famous analogies about the passions as opposed to the reason. My Brother