We see the trees as broad
acres of biomass
Waiting to be transformed
into combustion gas
To feed our gnawing hunger
for ease and pleasure.
Colman sought the forest
for quite other reasons,
To make it a place of
prayer through all seasons,
Where asceticism yields
the fruit of rapture.
The leaves were heavy with
the dew of his petitions.
The tears that fell from
his eyes during prostrations
Cleansed his body, his
soul, and the soil of the earth.
Rooster’s crow and mouse’s
pad helped him keep the time.
A fly showed him in his
books where to start the line.
An angel brought a Pascal
meal to fill his dearth.
The stones of his cave and
churches are warm with Grace.
The waters of sacred
springs heal the human race.
The sun and wind were glad
to greet him in Galway.
Economic man sees a dead
world to plunder.
The abodes of the holy are
full of wonder.
Kilmacduagh, give to us
second sight, we pray!
***
An account of St Colman
Kilmacduagh’s life may be read here:
https://orthochristian.com/75046.html
--
Holy Ælfred
the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to
the Union!
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