Discalced Carmelite Friars

Province of St. Therese

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.

~ Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD

Three Poems for the Coming of Spring – Part 2


Spring is Everywhere

When Spring fell from the sky,
The trees caught it first,
Softening the blow with their
Lush leafy sound.

Then a delicate thump
Thump Arose, as if a flat hand
Were patting the dark,
Fleshy soil repeatedly.
I'm guessing rabbits
Had braved from their burrows
To play on the lawn.

These are earth-born sounds,
Hymns to nature's
Irrepressible vitality.  Yet Spring
Boasts a more heavenly
Music, hymns that
Restrain themselves nearly to silence
Before the bright gifts that descend
From high above the clouds.
Yes, this sky-born music unfurls
All around us, clicking off its
Notes like falling dominos, in waves
Coursing towards us and away.


Life has brought us here
For a reason--to witness
The Raven of Winter swoop
Down, and Spring's covey
Of doves erupt upward
In a flurry of white feathers.

Yet we humans all too easily
Run out from under the raw
Shadow of Eden.  Expelling
Ourselves, we settle into
Our exile, wrapped
In abstractions like a soul
Wrapped in itself.  Each night,
knotted in sleep, the heart
Inhabits its fleecy blanket.
But come morning,
And it awakes, it moans
And, with stony eyes, peers out
At the weather, whether it
Be rain or sun that's inching up
To greet it.  "Today brings
Spring," life's newness says, in

A gesture wider than the sea.

Written by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD
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