While searching for a poem to pair with a presentation I recently gave, I came across this moving selection titled "Prayer," from Dana Gioia's outstanding collection The Gods of Winter (1991). It's a very Catholic poem that, in its honesty and authenticity, carries the intensity of a Psalm. This is a faith that is wrestling, searching, and not giving up.
Echo of the clocktower, footstep
in the alleyway, sweep
of the wind sifting the leaves.
Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseur
of autumn's opulence, blade of lightning
harvesting the sky.
Keeper of the small gate, choreographer
of entrances and exits, midnight
whisper travelling the wires.
Seducer, healer, deity, or thief,
I will see you soon enough--
in the shadow of the rainfall,
in the brief violet darkening a sunset --
but until then I pray watch over him
as a mountain guards its covert ore
and the harsh falcon its flightless young.
I also discovered that the great composer Morten Lauridsen set this poem to music. Enjoy:
A recent disruption of the balance of power between a chief executive and the Fourth Estate was the Trump administration’s revocation of CNN reporter Jim Acosta’s White House “hard pass.” The action was met by unanimous opposition from the press.
Our deepest desires are God’s desires dwelling within us: desires for peace, for love, for hope, and, most of all for God. So this Advent, this season of desire, ask God to reveal to you your deepest desires.