The rumble and buzz of cars
that blots out birdsong
is but one bleating sound
in a constellation of noise,
a devil (if I believed in the devil)-
designed distraction from
the voice in the cave
of my heart
that I do believe in.
So, I will arise and go now,
and go to New Camaldoli
and there a cell of silence seek,
a shady seat beneath
the fruiting fig tree, and
O Father Sky,
a view of blue further than I can see.
Drench me in Your breezy quietude
and remind me in the cooing of the dove
that I am nothing if I have not love.
With appreciation to St. Paul (1 Corinthians 13:1-3) and W.B. Yeats (The Lake Isle of Innisfree)
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Read “The Warmth of Other Suns” by Isabel Wilkerson, if you havem’t already. Read it, as the gambler says, and weep.
On Sat, Jul 17, 2021, 08:38 The Kingdom of Enough wrote:
> Mary Camille Thomas posted: ” The rumble and buzz of cars that blots out > birdsong is but one bleating sound in a constellation of noise, a devil (if > I believed in the devil)- designed distraction from the voice in the cave > of my heart that I do believe” >
I’ve heard great things about that book; it’s on my list!
Beautiful poetry and photos
Oh Mary…ring the bell that can be rung….beautiful poem…beautiful heart …the lead up to the last line…sooo heart opening…thank you.
Well, this is quite a tribute to The Hermitage and Yeats! But really it is your contemplative nature seeking refuge and here is where you have landed to appreciate all the surrounding beauty.. May you realize the blessing of spiritual fulfillment.
Thank you for such a beautiful wish!