Poetry
The Outer Fields
While walking outer fields Observing picket fence, sentry Behind, which lay bright floral yields Egg white posts deny full entry, But beneath them Embroidered hem, Flowers sneak, peak, colorful toes Lower daises, high, the queen rose, Generous salutation Nod back to garland’s glare In most unlikeliest places Find Lord’s precious stare -Deacon Frank Attanasia 9/6/2002
Poems From A Sad Friend
The Lie Head hanging low, I weep fear encompasses my soul No controlling what the mind will do Anger swelling deep within time to take control Cause some pain and feel relief only to see it doesn’t last See the wound, feel ashamed who’s controlling what I do? See the scars feel the pain so […]
New York Needs You
New York needs you, to bring it your special gift, And raise up their spirits, and give them a needed lift. They need lots of healing, patience and hope, And strong faith and courage, to help people cope. Give of your love freely, give of your time, too, Give freely your offerings, for New York […]
Matthew’s Observation
Matthew, my son, had this observation, Shook his head in consternation Can an eye be an eye? And a door, be a door? Poets seem to interchange them, If it’s not the flower, Then it’s the stem, Let the prayer breathe, Soft sweet amen, do not rob it of its power -Deacon Frank Attanasia 10/21/2002
Hymn Story – I Heard The Bells
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was filled with sorrow at the tragic death of his wife in a fire in 1861. The Civil War broke out that same year, and it seemed this was an additional punishment. Two years later, Longfellow was again saddened to hear the his own son had been seriously wounded as a lieutenant […]
My Spirit (Traherne)
From a friend: This morning, early, I was browsing in my favourite book of poetry which is The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. (Nicholson & Lee, eds. 1917). In a poem entitled, ‘My Spirit’ by Thomas Traherne (?1636-1674), my attention was arrested by these lines: O Joy! O wonder and delight! O sacred mystery! […]
A Star
Our Star Every day, whether we realize it or not, we choose one of two stars to guide us, a star as ephemeral as our life, a star water can wash away. One star is made of packed sugar, the other of packed salt. Water melts both. If we choose the star of sugar we […]
Love
Love is born With a dark and troubled face When hope is dead And in the most unlikely place Love is born: Love is always born. Michael Leunig
Blessed Night
Clergy/Leaders’ Mail-list No. 2-252 (Devotional) BLESSED NIGHT by Horatius Bonar (1808-1889) Blessed night, when first that plain Echoed with the joyful strain, “Peace has come to earth again!” Blessed hills, that heard the song Of the glorious angel-throng, Swelling all your slopes along. Happy shepherds, on whose ear Fell the tidings glad and dear, “God […]
The Easy Roads Are Crowded
The easy roads are crowded, And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are crammed, But off yonder where it’s rocky, Where you get a better view, You will find the ranks are thinning And the travelers are few. Where the going’s smooth and pleasant You will always find […]
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