Jan
21
2022
By Anonymous (not verified)
Father Andy Davy, MIC, pastor of St. Mary Parish in Plano, Illinois, also writes poetry. Here, we share some of his work and his commentaries on that work in the latest installment of a weekly series.
The Baptist's Cry
One word
The heart wants to speak,
But we dilute it
With many.
Like engorging a cow,
We stuff that word
With empty chatter,
The fatty lusts of our plans ...
And then we wonder why
It won't fit into another's heart!
Spirit, circumcise
This weighty sentence
From us! Then our
Flight fails not, and
One Word remains.
This poem speaks about how to receive the Word of God in lectio divina. Cardinal Cantalamessa once wrote: "False prophets are those who do not present the word of God in all its purity but dilute it with thousands of human words coming from their mouths. I, too, am a false prophet, every time I don't trust the 'weakness' or 'pointlessness,' the poverty and nudity of the Word, and want to refashion it; anytime I value my embellishment more than the message itself, and I spend more time around that exterior layer than on the Word itself, facing it in prayer, adoring it, and having it live in me." (Cantalamessa, Jesus Began to Preach, p. 56).
Baby
When a ray of light
Shines on this little lady
Smile comes bright
Gleefully receiving love.
Tiny Baby
Exploring New Adventures
Holding Baby
Under her arm.
Safely.
This poem is a portrait of my little baby niece responding to the first smile of her parents. Grown a little older, she now cares for her baby doll too. God shines his merciful gaze on His children. We learn from that gaze how to see each other more mercifully.
The Baptist's Cry
One word
The heart wants to speak,
But we dilute it
With many.
Like engorging a cow,
We stuff that word
With empty chatter,
The fatty lusts of our plans ...
And then we wonder why
It won't fit into another's heart!
Spirit, circumcise
This weighty sentence
From us! Then our
Flight fails not, and
One Word remains.
This poem speaks about how to receive the Word of God in lectio divina. Cardinal Cantalamessa once wrote: "False prophets are those who do not present the word of God in all its purity but dilute it with thousands of human words coming from their mouths. I, too, am a false prophet, every time I don't trust the 'weakness' or 'pointlessness,' the poverty and nudity of the Word, and want to refashion it; anytime I value my embellishment more than the message itself, and I spend more time around that exterior layer than on the Word itself, facing it in prayer, adoring it, and having it live in me." (Cantalamessa, Jesus Began to Preach, p. 56).
Baby
When a ray of light
Shines on this little lady
Smile comes bright
Gleefully receiving love.
Tiny Baby
Exploring New Adventures
Holding Baby
Under her arm.
Safely.
This poem is a portrait of my little baby niece responding to the first smile of her parents. Grown a little older, she now cares for her baby doll too. God shines his merciful gaze on His children. We learn from that gaze how to see each other more mercifully.
CLDPF