St Benedict of Nursia
Eius in obitu nostro praesentia
muniamur*
To live and to die is enough
An absolute equality
And there is nowhere as good
As Monte Cassino
There is only the good zeal
Non Draco Sit Mihi
Dux" **
The foundation of the
brotherhood
Is the tree shadow he’d know, and never
feel.
How to die is the unwritten rule
Even the holy or the wise
Cannot write a prescription for this
And the gates of perception….
Notes
*May we, at our death, be fortified by
His presence
** Let not the dragon be my
overlord
A poem for St Bridget’s
Day
1st February
For John
Heath-Stubbs
Spring has sprung – its St Bridget’s Day
The light unrolls and out as a magic
rug
She is in the air, brine, earth,
&fire
That burns on
eternally.
The hedgerow pregnant with berries and
blossom
A ray of gold, silver, and
platinum
Against a bronze age in a bronze land
Her kindness projects from the
beginning
Of time to the sunset.
St Anthony and the fish
After
John Heath – Stubbs
He spoke to the fishes
And why, who knows, St Anthony must
have
Beneath the water they swam
around
In their own
spirituality
Their own daily
dealings
Communication is actions over words
(He’d have known)
The descendants of those enlightened fish
Have come down the line
To feed the soul to feed the spirit.
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