[A
student asked for a favor. Could I find a poem that he could read at his aunt’s
wedding? I looked. And then I listened.
And then I wrote. Something about the miracle of remaking the earth with
our imaginations, which is the behavior that God requires of us as our part of
the work of creation. Nothing is ugly if we choose to truly see. That’s
something Ignatius of Loyola managed to pass down to us, through these
centuries]
Look at that nasty field
weeds everywhere you look
and see thorn bushes wasps and
kudzu vines
looking away and up
you
can still smell the
clotted earth wet
from days of rain ain’t nothing
to see no
where you look
matters
But (he said)
I will gather just a few rocks
that seem to have veins
of glitter and shine
and stack them pretty
And I
(she said)
will bend into the
overgrowth and find lonesome
flowers struggling to fight the wind and
be beautiful
Just for me (she
said)
make the stones stand one
atop another
til they mark this
place as ours
and
I will (laughing in my heart)
root a flower here and there
and
somebody walking by someday in the
early evening
will say “My, two pairs
of hands and eyes and
more than one
singing heart
stopped
here to make us
look
how Pretty can
rise up
anywhere you
choose to look”
See Yes
and say Now
and flowers and twinkling
stones
will
show us who you
Be
-- 4 April 2017
Amazingly beautiful! Thanks for writing and for being open to the inspiration, Father Brown!
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