Greg Kennedy SJ
You fragile transparencies,
heaped together in a bowl
as you grow days into flight
it's your sightless confidence
that excites my peeking in
on you sleeping a common lung.
A stir and of a sudden
you wake as one into a long-throated
of squeaky supplication
evolving, surely, into song.
You unfeathered faithful
fed on tireless to-&-fro love
I have half a mind
of climbing in closed-eyed beside you
to restart my fledgling flying career.
SOIL & SOUL RETREAT - May 2018
Time with the Ignatius land blesses and inspires people in many ways. Retreatants on the Soil & Soul Spring Retreat wrote these prayers, printed with permission.
The bat, the mosquito, and me
by Sr. Emily Schietzsch, SSMI
bzzz... bzzz... bzzz... bzzz...
one mosquito, two mosquito, three mosquito, four...
bite mosquito, swarm mosquito, sit mosquito, soar...
hate mosquito, swat mosquito, run mosquito, spray...
Wonder why mosquitoes won't just go away!
But, if I were a bat...
yum... yum... yum... yum...
hear mosquito, where mosquito, there mosquito, now...
catch mosquito, slurp mosquito, eat mosquito, chow...
taste mosquito, lick mosquito, love mosquito meat...
Did God make mosquitoes just for me to eat?
We thank thee Lord for these thine gifts,
which we are about to receive...
bzzz... snap... gulp... yum, yum!
Psalm 139 as sung by the Ruby-throated Hummingbird (on May 30, 2018)
by Melodie Ng
O Lord, you have searched me
and you know me.
You know when I perch and when I fly;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my flitting and my hovering;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a sip of nectar is on my tongue
you know its sweetness, O Lord.
You hem me in - from behind with shimmering green feathers
and before with a creamy white breast;
You have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
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