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

Poems for the New Year – Part 1


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The Turning of the Year

Who is it that, this past spring, wrote haiku about pine trees, how
In them is found a life that grows suppler with age?  Or who, this summer,
Spread wide his arms in song, pulling back the dark curtain of night
And letting the morning dew luxuriate like a vapor?

Or who, this autumn, stepped out upon the soggy earth
Where its fertile powers shot upward into reds and yellows?  Or who,
In winter, felt this same earth harden underfoot, stiff with suspense
As it awaited the promised thaw and the sighing of ripe buds?

Spring is now a memory gone bad.  Summer, in its turn, has slipped off
Into storybooks, where dusk lingers through the night.  Autumn at first
Hovered happily overhead, but then descended and settled upon a rack of
Votive candles, where prayers go cold.  Now it's up to winter
To keep the year turning as we pull up our tent stakes and move on.

Written by Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD
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