A Poet Reacts to a Preacher

One of my favorite priests on planet Earth is Fr. Michael Sweeney, OP. So I’m sharing this with you so you can get to know him a bit:


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  1. Thank you! The poet Dana Gioia is a fascinating man himself.

    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 traveling 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.

    — Dana Gioia —

  2. “ Words move, music moves / Only in time; but that which is only living / Can only die. Words, after speech, reach / Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, / Can words or music reach / The stillness, as a Chinese jar still / Moves perpetually in its stillness.” T.S. Eliot

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