Poet and Contemplative
“From the abundance of his spirit [the poet] pours out secrets and mysteries rather than rational explanation” (Prologue, The Spiritual Canticle).
“In contemplation God teaches the soul very quietly and secretly, without its knowing how, without the sound of words” (Chapter 39, The Spiritual Canticle).
In the spirit of St. John of the Cross, this blog reflects on the contemplative experience and the poetic experience, sometimes separately and distinctly, sometimes in common, as mutually enlightening.
I will also post to this blog, from time to time, my own poetry, with a short interpretive note attached.
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“In contemplation God teaches the soul very quietly and secretly, without its knowing how, without the sound of words” (Chapter 39, The Spiritual Canticle).
In the spirit of St. John of the Cross, this blog reflects on the contemplative experience and the poetic experience, sometimes separately and distinctly, sometimes in common, as mutually enlightening.
I will also post to this blog, from time to time, my own poetry, with a short interpretive note attached.
~ Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD
God’s Time
Tue, Jun 18 2019
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THE CITY AND BEYOND ~ Four Poems – Part 1
Fri, Feb 10 2017
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I.Nightfall~DallasSomehow, once I'd climbed out of the wellOf late afternoon,I found it there, set out on a plate,Still fresh after waiting all this timeFor me to arrive. Yes, evening was offering itselfTo me like a blueberry muffin, with itsPurplish inner auraThat leaves a stain on the tongue.Never would I have asked anything more of youTo prove that you still, that you have always cared,O my
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Five Advent Poems – Part 1
Fri, Dec 9 2016
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I.The World a Chapel (1)We live amid song, and it’sUsually joyful. The sun comes up,Birds cry out, we’re startled by it.Can it be that the world itselfAwakens us? That it's been granted this powerOf its own, renewed each dayAs night passes like the shadow of GodAnd we return to ourselves? We wake,We hear the windBrushing the windowpane, a tree limbIn its hand, like the
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The Main Course--What is Contemplation? (Part Two)
Fri, Jul 3 2015
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St. John of the Cross I've somewhat lost my train of thought in these reflections on the topic of contemplation which I've been pursuing, or have meant to be pursuing, in this blog. No matter. I'm not going to go back and try to recover it. Instead, I'll forge ahead. What, then, is contemplation?
Poetry - 3rd in a Series
Thu, Apr 9 2015
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Nightfall 1.The moon is full, wedged in at the top of the hill.Its floodgates open, and the goldenLandscape of day recedesReceiving a river of innocence and awe.A silver age follows, An age of journeys into the night.Tall trees sway and wave us on, stirred by the wakeful dead.There is something miraculousIn the way we do not doubtThese moments are truthful and good.
Setting the Table—Part Two
Mon, Mar 2 2015
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The following lines are from a poem by Kathleen Raine, a British poet and scholar who died in 2003: And must I then take pity on The raging of the storm That rose up from the great abyss Before the earth was made, That pours the stars in cataracts And
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