Can You Not Remember? – poem

When did this brutality grow?
Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

I see you in my dreams.
Your face is edged with battle.
I touch your forehead from a distant land.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

The Earth glare is so bright.
It washes the white memory from your mind.
Have you forgotten that
we come from the same place?

You are looking for something,
demanding to be found.
Make your way back from that broken land.
Return from that empty place.

There is nothing there for you.
It holds a million shadows.
There are no friends there.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

It is warmer here.
Can you see the light?
Trust it.
It is safe.

It has lived a long time.
It has seen much more than you.
You fight a demon that you once knew
but the demon is already slain.

And from the corner of your eye,
you will see the scattered,
sacred fire reform again.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

From Strange Words

 

A Dream – St. Teresa of Avila

Some years ago, it was mentioned to me that I may like to read St. Teresa of Avila’s autobiographical book, The Book of My Life. I ordered the book and forgot about it. I knew almost nothing about St. Teresa, at that time, not even that she was a Carmelite nun. St. Teresa is an esteemed Catholic mystic and contemplative of the 16th century. Just before I received the book, I had the following dream:

After a certain sequence of events, I went to live in an enclosed Carmelite Order. I saw no one for fifteen years except the other nuns. I was cared for simply and spent all my time in prayer. (Later on, I realised that this was in line with St. Teresa’s preference for monastic life.) It was extremely enjoyable and I became less and less mortal and more and more ethereal. It was a complete and utter pleasure. The feeling in the monastery was exquisitely beautiful. Continue reading “A Dream – St. Teresa of Avila”