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Words, varied and fancy
Delightful, loving and embracing
Comforting and kind and sweet
I wish to give to you
If only I could
To the earth and sky and stars
To the heavens above
Creatures below
One and all
In the spirit of giving;
Words - comforting and kind and sweet.
Art Poetry Story This and That

St. Anthony’s Sermon

By Walter Thornbury

St. Anthony in his holy zeal
Came to the river side,
To preach to the little fishes
on the wickedness of pride.

The kingfisher was diving
Down from the willow-stump;
The swallows gay were skimming
Over the osier-clump;

The bulrushes were nodding
In an assenting way,
The water-flags were wading
Out from each shallow bay;

As the saint in his long brown mantle
Down through the osiers came;
And called to all the little fish,
And summoned them by name.

The dace, in clouds of silver,
Came clustering in fear ;
And after them the gudgeons
Swam jostling to hear.

The eels sped twisting, twining,
Next the perch with his orange fin ;
The surly pike and the barbel,
The bleak so gentle and thin.

The big trout crimson-spotted,
Flapping his nimble tail;
And the supple, silvery salmon,
Cased in his pliant mail.

He touched not at their special sins,
But preached of avarice,
Of all those forms of wickedness.

At simony and bigamy
He launched full many a text,
Until the finny people
Wondered what would come next.

Then the Saint his congregation
Dismissed, and homeward went.
Both the holy man and his hearers
Each in their way content.

Art Poetry Writing

When Love Beckons To You, Follow

“When love beckons to you, follow… And when his wings enfold you yield… And when he speaks to you, believe…

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night… To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate on love’s ecstacy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

Art Poetry Spiritual

Spiritual mystic.

I’m a spiritual mystic.

Learning, relating with the spirit.

Building spirit and community.

This is my religion.

A spiritual mystic.



"Luibh" Painting -Sean Macken