Polycarp's Place
...featuring poems by Thomas Phaneuf, Barbara's brother.
WHY THE WILLOW WEEPS My heart of stone |
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NOTES FROM A FELLOW TRAVELER
A voice called out to me, Thomas! Let me show you my side! He brought me to a river a small and winding stream it was filled with peace and contentment and surrounded by green. It was crystalline and pure and as silent as a dream with waters that glistened and all surrounded by green. There were hawks gliding for my gazing and an owl's far-a-way scream and on the banks robins were nesting and it was surrounded by green. This was the world I wanted so simple; so pristine containing neither involvement nor pain just surrounded by green. My worldview was transformed my life seemingly redeemed I could have stayed and stayed and stayed in this world surrounded by green. But that voice! It would not be still! No, it would not let me be to accept my silent repose instead He said, COME FOLLOW ME! He brought me to the way a vale bereft with tears peopled with the lost and lonely my home! Oh so many years. He said, "these are my little ones" the broken; shattered with many fears "these are my beloved," these lost and lonely My friends! Oh so many years. No longer to melancholy can I flee for the reason and logic of sages and seers cannot blind my heart; so lost and lonely My Lord, my life! Oh so many years. My gift to you is peace, He said as he passed along the broken bread I am Love and you are yeast We are here to serve the least And as I take upon His crown of thorns a rose will blossom amidst the pain and my tears of woe will turn to joy as my world magically turns to green. T.P. Phaneuf |
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