When the soul of the serene disciple
With no more Fathers to imitate
Poverty is a success,
It is a small thing to say
the roof is gone:
He has not even a house.
Stars, as well as friends,
Are angry with the noble ruin.
Saints depart in several directions.
There is no longer
any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo
with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.
Here you will find
Neither a proverb nor a momorandum.
There are no ways,
No methods to admire
Where poverty is no achievement.
His God lives in his emptiness like an
What choice remains?
Well, to be ordinary
is not a choice:
It is the usual freedom
Of men without vision.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
When the Soul of the Serene Disciple
On Tuesday mornings, while I am in PA, I join a local group of people for centering prayer. After praying, we listen to CDs (or watch DVDs) of spiritual teachers. This morning, I heard Richard Rohr, while speaking of the further journey, describe the four stages of life as depicted in the windows of Hindu church: (1) the student, (2) the householder, (3) the forest dweller who gives up the status quo, and (4) the wise sage. He followed with this poem by Thomas Merton:
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