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The Sea Of Love

'….it is a sea of Love which flows through the One Body....'
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation.

The sea of Love
fills my lungs
courses through
open fingers
warms glowing
heart, pulses
blood-lines
through diaphanous
skin.

In in the surge
of mother-sea
I wait
and grow
and emerge
into who
will be.

poem by Steven Federle
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Who I Am

"To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name." Thomas Merton. New Seeds of Contemplation

Through bone-wrapped eyes, through murky vitreous,
through matter grey, lightning emotions flying
at the speed of light through my
tunnel vision, I focused on what was
just beyond the
end of my
nose.

I did not create that small voice
singing sweetly in
my ringing
ears;

but just before dawn, fingers numb,
hair disordered by the
western breeze
blinding
me
to Your love,

I heard Your voice!

Now the warmth of morning
cradles me
like
open hands.

Now I know
who I am.

poem by Steven Federle
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Empty minds filled with pride

Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body's falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who's the master of my fate?

And why do I wait…
And why do I want…
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die…

Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace

And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace…

But their body's keep-on-falling
Like seeds to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow

Life it's what you make it
So don't go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Mercy and Love

In order to know and love God as He is, we must have God dwelling in us in a new way, not only in His creative power but in His mercy. Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation.

Nothing I could do
would ever be enough
to make the dead-wood
live. Though the wind
and rain sever bright leaves,
tender blossoms from
the cherry tree, and the
birds themselves fly
from my anger,

I know
I could never
make it right,

though with tears I flood,
nourish with a
broken heart's blood

I am powerless.

Yet still these bruised stems,
thicken and split
to bud, spill green life,
fill the earth
with mercy
and love.

poem by Steven Federle
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Enter the Sanctuary

To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation:

Deep in the tangle of branch and leaf
I move to the core, to the dark shaft
that draws life up from the muddy ground

to blooms sprung to being
by the ascendant sun,
open, imbibing morning light
like new wine, drunk with love.

Here I seek you
in your green sanctuary,
hiding, gleeful,
anxious to be found.

poem by Steven Federle
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For Love Alone

Occupy my whole life with the one thought and the one desire of love, that I may love not for the sake of merit, not for the sake of perfection, not for the sake of virtue, not for the sake of sanctity but for love alone. Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation.

radiant vision
brilliant interlude
raging clouds sundered,
sun-split storm;

soft rain falls
through winter-bare trees,
through fields of
feral flowers,

God's world
set afire
for love alone

poem by Steven Federle
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Because We Are Loved

'...we come into being because we are loved and because we are meant to love others.'
Thomas Merton, Honorable Reader: Reflections on My Work

Deep inside
my silent room,
I gaze
at nothing,

as beyond the door
in trees glowing,
green and glistening,
birds sing, spring-
mad, mated,
passion-played!

The sun's rising
and cradling
Your risen
world,

I emerge.

poem by Steven Federle
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A Call to Love

My blood spills for passion
And my skin longs for your touch
In this love never taken.

O, when will love long for me
For here I am waiting in vein yet, still
My blood flows for passion.

I feel so wretched and frail
Like a scare crow on the rice fields
In this love never taken.

How hopeless it may seem for me
Going through endeavors in this diversion of love, but still
My blood flows for passion.

When will the clock tick its hand for the heart of mine to love.
For I am tired of staying
In this love never taken.

I have seen no more days and lonely nights
Yet now I see the sun shining on
My blood flowing for passion
In this love never taken.

poem by Pathrese Lei Mari Abejuela
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Pain Flows

my pain flows with my blood
it flows to my heart
it flows to my mind
my pain floods my body with hurt
its traped in side, not way out
i grab my knife and open my skin
lettin out my pain
with every cut i feel my pain leavin me
i sigh with every slit
cuttin till all of my pain is gone
but with every day more pain i get
my pain floods my body with hurt
tryin to get out
waitin till that knife slides acorss my skin

poem by Sarah May
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The Only One

'The only One Who can teach me to find God is God, Himself, Alone.'
Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation.

The only one
who can fill black night
with interior light,

who can lead me
past the gun-shots,
thump and thud,
hate filled percussion,
of hidden mines,

the death of
children

is God,
Himself,
Alone.

poem by Steven Federle
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To My Heart

Love is water mild
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With pleasure
As it flows.

Love is fire tender
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With delight
As it burns.

Love is air gentle
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With gladness
As it goes.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Dark Contemplation

"Contemplation cannot be taught. It cannot even be clearly explained. It can only be hinted at, suggested, pointed to, symbolized." Thomas Merton. New Seeds of Contemplation

Through seasons of pleasure
and months of pain,
morning birds calling;
night's howling trains

oh, fall into dream's
cold silent folds
where unyielding truth
nightly is told.

The morning star's rising
through night's fading lace.
Soon sun will be glaring;
truth without grace.

poem by Steven Federle
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The First Moment

A door opens in the center of our being and we seem to fall through it into immense depths which, although they are infinite, are all accessible to us; all eternity seems to have become ours in this one placid and breathless contact.
 
Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation

The approach is clear;
light of day,
bright sky
beyond my
silken shroud,

the door is open,
but I am afraid.

Should I pass through,
perhaps descend to
endless depths?

I listen,
I hear you calling me
calling me;

come home.

so, breathless,
trembling with life,
I begin.

poem by Steven Federle
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The Serene Happiness Of Silent Acceptance

For all God's gifts there must be in us a response of thanksgiving and happiness and joy: but here we thank Him less by words than by the serene happiness of silent acceptance.
Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation

With gift of thunder and pain
prepare the soil
for living rain.

With gift of streaming grace
fill my soul
with unspeakable faith!

poem by Steven Federle
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You'll Never Know How Much I Love You

My love for you will infinitely grow,
I promise I love you with all my body, heart, and soul.

When I feel your skin, at first touch,
I get this feeling, like I mean so much.

I love the way you smile,
I love that special feeling you give me,
That always lingers for a while,
No one but me will ever see,
How sweet my baby can be.

I love the way we cuddle at night,
Don't worry baby, don't feel fright,
Put your head on my chest, and I'll hold you tight.

I love the way we kiss,
Lips so soft, fills me with bliss.

I've loved you with all my heart,
Right from the very start.

I hope you take my words for true,
I promise, I'll always love you.

poem by Jacob Gifford
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Making Love

Faces face
Fingers lace
Pulses race
Arms embrace

Breathing heavy
Bodies meet
Kisses tender
Love sweet

Warm words
Soft sighs
Careful caresses
Quiet cries

One wooing
One willing
Both needing
Both giving

Tongues mingle
Desires tingle
Passion ignited
Fire kindled

Ecstasy attained
Hearts tremble
Peak reached
Pleasure mutual

Senses satiated
Souls consummated
Longing satisfied
Lovingly gratified

Peace remains
Tumult tamed
Lounging lazily
In passion’s wake

Faces upturned
Fingers lax
Pulses slowing
Skin glowing

Breathing gentled
Bodies grateful
Kisses careless
Love………………….endless

poem by Connie Crane
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We Must Be Grateful

'For all God's gifts there must be in us a response of
thanksgiving and happiness and joy.'
Thomas Merton, Seeds of Contemplation.
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We must be grateful
when the old ones leave.

Forsaking the March sun,
they brush off tender, white blossoms.

Past the fleeing migrations,
they exhale their final, tainted breath.

Rising from earthen bones
in deep silence, new hymns intone

of thanksgiving and joy
and home.

poem by Steven Federle
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Life Itself

"It is that life itself, fully awake, fully active,
fully aware that it is alive. It is spiritual wonder."
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation

Dark rain penetrates
tender leaves, swell spirits, sparks
dormant roots to life.

Like a god, Your star
ascends; with wonder and grace
shines Your mighty face!

poem by Steven Federle
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The Surgery of the Sea

At the furthermost reach of the sea
where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves,
I have come to heal my life.

I knit together like a broken arm.
The salt fills the crevices of bone.
The sea takes all the fragments of my lives
& grinds them home.

I wake up in a waterbed with you.
The sea is singing & my skin
sings against your skin.
The waves are all around us & within.
We sleep stuck to each other's salt.

I am healing in your arms.
I am leaning to write without the loss of love.
I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea.
The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean.

This is the sea's surgery.
This is the cutting & the healing both.
This is where bright sunlight warms the bone,
& fog erases us, then makes us whole.

poem by Erica Jong
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Love From A Hate Man

screams and yells
hurt and pain
hits and kills

your love from him
is screams
your love from him
is hurt
your love from him
is hits

the love he showes you, hurts you
his hugs are hits
his kisses are kills
pain flows from his fingers to your heart
pain flows out of his mouth and in to yours with every kiss
pain flows out of his body and in to yours with every hug

pain and tears
screams and sorrow
hits and kills

is his love to you

poem by Sarah May
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Be good, keep your feet dry, your eyes open, your heart at peace and your soul in the joy of Christ.

quote by Thomas Merton
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