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By Fr. Andy Davy, MIC (Sep 3, 2021)
Father Andy Davy, MIC, pastor of St. Mary Parish in Plano, Illinois, also writes poetry. His work is usually inspired by or influenced by our Catholic faith, especially by those doctrines and practices at the heart of the Marian Fathers' charism. Here, we share some of his work and his commentaries on that work in the first installment of a weekly series.

Wind Power
How gentle the wrenching wind can be!
Terrific power to break a tree,
Into three, and yet
how can it be
That the wind goes to bat
For the snowflake
which was at
the heavenly mat
starting to acrobat

Rockin' the place
Down the great space
To earthen place
Not losing any face

Of its crystalline structure:
Identity and dignity not threatened by rupture.

But ratter a capture
in rapture,
Surrounded by love,
from above,
The wind's roaring
wings of the Dove

Provided the Fire
Without mire
Or sire
In the Virgin's holy desire

To be the Mother
to the Great Other
Without any kind of smother,
To the Lily Bloom
That already spelt
the death knell of doom,
For the one who "kings" of gloom.

This Fiat in the Flower
Fruitful from the Bower
Filled with the power
That breaks prideful tower.

He comes
Riding on the wind.

This poem combines the imagery of a powerful windstorm with the image of a snowflake falling from the night sky to speak about the mystery of the Incarnation and the Virgin's Fiat. The wind represents the Holy Spirit overshadowing the Blessed Mother with power, and who with her brings forth to conception the Incarnate Word of God, in her womb. The snowflake is an image of Christ, who becoming man, did not lost any of his "identity and dignity" as God. One can read it in a more playful rhythm that is reminiscent of the Spirit playing over the waters of creation, delighting in the human race (see Prov 8:31).

Light Memories

Ah, but how breath taking
Is that Last Gasp apart!

A Flying Spark!
A Shooting Star!
Blazing Trails
Before the Dark.

Light memory
Forever Seared
In another heart.

This poem came after experiencing the tragic loss of one of my professors. As I was sitting by a campfire, I was moved at how bright the light of sparks are before they go out. Our two most important moments in life is the day of our birth and the day of our death. "Call no one happy before his death; a man will be known through his children" (Sir 11:28). When someone finishes his earthly life with such Christian beauty, a powerful gift is seared onto the hearts of those spiritually connected to the faithful departed.

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