Thursday, March 28, 2013

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Window at the Abbey

Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays
in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.
Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.
I'll remain at my table
with lemon and tea
and look out on the land
that surrounds me.
The psalms a monk 
gave me this morning
I'll read for an hour
before sleeping. 

There is an abbey in Lisle, Illinois,
where guests of all persuasions 
are welcome to gather their thoughts 
for a few days about the serious matters 

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