hear me

Sorry for the slight lull in posts. It’s been a rather busy week for both of us. Tony’s job kicked into overdrive and he’s been selling his soul to the capitalist endeavor for the greater portion of each day. I’ve been a little emotionally drained after a week of “family talks,” and whenever I sit down to write something it becomes immediately apparent to me that it is more important to try and read the entire internet than to blog. The Onion isn’t going to read itself, you know?

So here’s a poem by the Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz, a perennially doubting catholic with a sacred gift of expressing the true nature of things with a beautifully incisive imagination. His collection of poems titled “Second Space” has arrested my attention in the midst of some very dark moments, cajoling my tired, aching heart into a quickened state of awe at the majesty of God. For that I will always be grateful. I hope you are all doing well.

“Hear me, Lord, for I am a sinner, which means I have nothing except prayer.

Protect me from the day of dryness and impotence.

When neither a swallow’s flight nor peonies, daffodils and irises in the flower market are a sign of Your glory.

When I will be surrounded by scoffers and unable, against their arguments, to remember any miracle of Yours.

When I will seem to myself an impostor and swindler because I take part in religious rites.

When I will accuse you of establishing the universal law of death.

When I am ready at last to bow down to nothingness and call life on earth a devil’s vaudeville.”

Peace, friends.



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