Monday, October 12, 2015

Monday, October 12th 2015

Poetry & Thanksgiving

Today is a little dash of color with words.
If you were in Canada you would be celebrating
Thanksgiving! (Wouldn't it be nice here in the States
to have some time for reflection around the special holidays
of Love & Peace & Family & Gratitude?)
* Now may be an appropriate time to give a shout out to
Archbishop Paul-Andre Durocher of Gatineau, Quebec,
who has suggested the idea of women deacons in the
Roman Catholic Church. Yes! It is time.

























Today is the birthday of poet Paul Engle (1908-1991) 
who said, "The way to praise a poet is to write a poem."

And since yours truly is also celebrating a birthday today,
I've decided to share a cento from my collection in progress.
Some wonderful journals have published my centos which
(as poets know) is very promising.
A poem from Patrick Kavanagh to me and now to you:


                                                MY CLOAK OF GOLD
                                                      -Patrick Kavanagh: Cento                                


                                                I came to a great house on the edge of a park
                                                Something discovered vividly and sudden.
                                                (God must be allowed to surprise us.)
                                                That beautiful, beautiful, beautiful God
                                                Not the abstract Creator but He who caresses
                                                In the light.
                                               
                                                On the road we walk nobody is unwanted—
                                                A world that was and now is poised above time
                                                So full of repose, so rich with life
                                                And verse that can redeem a soul.
                                                Spread the news, tell all. if you love me—
                                                Unwilling saint.

                                                I will have love, love, love.
                                                God’s gift to this poetic nation.
                                                O wealthy me! O happy state.
                                                So I take my cloak of gold
                                                I’m as happy as I’ve ever been
                                                Great glory to the King!

                                                If my voice still echoes there
                                                Bring out a book as soon as you can.

                                                                                    -Kathleen Gunton
                                                                                            ©2015


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