Monday, April 16, 2012

Barcelona

Not in man -
Not in stone -
But in the Heart
where He promised
He would be

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Canal Bank Walk




Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

Patrick Kavanagh

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Carlo Gesualdo - Illumina Faciem Tuam (5 voices)



Text (latin):

Illumina faciem tuam
super servum tuum,
salvum me fac
in misericordia tua.
Domine non confundar
quoniam invocavi te.

Text (english):
Let thy face shine upon thy servant; save me in thy kindness. O Lord, let me not be put to shame, for I have called upon you.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Grace

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Remembering A at this time


Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Having Confessed


Having confessed he feels
That he should go down on his knees and pray
For forgiveness for his pride, for having
Dared to view his soul from the outside.
Lie at the heart of the emotion, time
Has its own work to do. We must not anticipate
Or awaken for a moment. God cannot catch us
Unless we stay in the unconscious room
Of our hearts. We must be nothing,
Nothing that God may make us something.
We must not touch the immortal material
We must not daydream to-morrow's judgment—
God must be allowed to surprise us.
We have sinned, sinned like Lucifer
By this anticipation. Let us lie down again
Deep in anonymous humility and God
May find us worthy material for His hand.

Patrick Kavanagh