SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF THE PILLAR

“Landscape: Wheatfields” (Thomas Merton) Frown there like Cressy or like Agincourt,You fierce and bearded shocks and sheavesAnd shake your grain-spears,And know no tremor in your vigilantYour stern array, my summer chevaliers! Although the wagons,(Hear how the battle of those wheels,Worrying the loose wood with their momentary thunderLeaves us to guess some trestle, there, behind the sycamores.)Although the empty wagons come, Rise up, like kings out of the pages of a chronicleAnd cry your courage in your golden beards;For now the summer-time is half-way done,Gliding to a dramatic crisisSure as the deep waters to the sedentary mill. Arise like kings and … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF THE PILLAR