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 BULLETIN: Pavel's new collection of poems, A House Rejoicing, is now available at Amazon.com, in print and on Kindle, and at Barnes & Noble. The cover art is "The Little Festive House," by Lisa Lorenz. Hear what Pavel says about the book.
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international poetry. Also by Pavel are Mysteries
and
Stations in the Manner of Ignatius and
Animal
Kingdom, from Kaufmann Publishing. Pavel's
poems
inspired by Goya's etchings are at www.homagetogoya.com.
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selection of his photos can be seen at Catholic Images by
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Chichikov. Sylvia Dorham's moving The Book of Names is available at Amazon.com. See Pavel's review on the book page! Enjoy artist Timothy
Jones's blog page, which features his painting "Fallen Oak."
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Courtesy The Idle Gardener
DRESS
IN GLORY
I saw the green
grass hillside
Embroidery of
buttercups
So good to wear
on that first day
Sumptuous as
only God can weave it
Sewn with
flowers on the falling of it
In waiting for
the Lord to come
And I will know
you, says the Lord,
Who wear the
robes of My delight
That you may
dress in glory when you see Me
SHOW
ME MY LIFE
Show me my
life, I said,
In His hand a
silver box,
Can I open it
now? I said
It is here,
there are no locks
In the palm of
His hand it rested
Dull and heavy
silver,
The weight of
Him had blessed it,
A sign was on
the cover
When I tried to
lift it
It came not
light away,
Be careful
child, address it
With words that
I shall say
He spoke the
words, I listened
And then I
tried to speak
What I had
heard, repeat it:
Show me the
love I seek
Then I looked
inside it
And all the
life inside
Blazed with
love I’d given
And all the
rest had died
Henri De Braekeleer (1840–88), “A Flemish
Kitchen Garden”
Victoria
and Albert Museum, London
Courtesy
City
Farmer News
I
LOVE YOU MUCH
I built a
growing-box for soil
The earth was
moist and virgin,
I harrowed till
the grain was fine,
Four timbers
were the margins
Then I planted
what I loved
The souls that
I created,
Each was
different, all of them
To grow as I
had fated
Some had thorns
and some had not,
They flowered
as they would,
I gave them
freedom as their fate
Though few have
understood
Some the sun
were lovers of
And some the
shade and sorrow,
I am the sun
that shines above,
That comes
after the harrow
Little
seedlings reach for me
Although you
may not touch
The sources of
my mystery
And yet I love
you much
Mosaic in the Church of the Multiplication of the
Loaves and Fishes, Tabgha, Israel
5th century AD
Courtesy Wikipedia
HOW
MANY?
How many could
the servant Christ have fed?
Enough to feed
the living and the dead,
For if five
thousand were not much to feed
Then all who
lived would still have had their need
But Jesus
stopped at those who had been seated
Famished though
the work was not completed,
Knowing of the
weakness of the flesh
He cast a net
and caught them in the mesh
Then He let
them go when they had eaten
Not being catch
or prey that He had taken
But free to
stay at will, to love or no,
For loving is
to welcome or let go
Abundance
Overflowing is His honor
Glory in His
liberty forever
Rebecca Brogan, “Walk by Faith”
Courtesy John
the Baptist Artworks
A
SIGN
It says that
help is coming
To purify this
age,
Waves of evil
rising
Take shape, the
world mirage
But these are
rank illusions
For evil has no
form
Except what it
can borrow
From the
writhing storm
It says that
once before us
God gave His
life for men,
How darkness
came for hours
How it will
rise again
How suddenly
from eastward
A wind will
sweep away
The dust of our
illusions
And clarity
will stay
Our new-born
eyes see clearly
That which was
there before,
An ocean spread
before us,
Beyond another
shore
So that when
Jesus walks on
The Sea of
Galilee
It is a sign to
follow
Across that
open sea
WHEN?
As a river
drops over a mountain ledge
Thundering into
a dark ravine
A torrent of
ash and smoke rolled on
As if a
pyroclastic steam
Nothing alive
withstood that flood,
The living were
the dying then,
All that lived
were smothered, fell -
The near or
farthest future, when?
A vision, one
who watched it come,
The fulminating
smoke, debris,
But visions
happen to the dumb
Who may not
show what they can see
Except that in
the center whirled
And rose across
the sky the black
Column of
basaltic bile
Around which
lighter stone fell back
It may have
been volcanic or
Some other dark
eruptive might,
Expulsion from
a heated core
Which no one
can evade by flight
Wes Curtis, "Tiger Swallowtail in Flight"
Courtesy photographer and ImageKind
SHOW
US YOUR WINGS
If you can fly
show us your wings
Let us see the
iridescence,
Sing to us the
love of heaven,
Perching on the
crescent moon
Your wish is
too extravagant
I am the
humblest of the shadows,
I am the yellow
swallowtail
I bring the
angels down to scale
If I would show
you how I am
You could not
see me from up close,
You would stand
back a thousand yards
And then deny
me afterwards
But if you feel
the brush of wind
Go past you on
a summer night,
It is my wing
that you will feel
But that alone
to know I’m real
The Poetry of
Pavel
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