Saturday, July 25, 2009

one word seminary: pause

this moment of vespers

called in the rudiments of

love's time, called

out from the suburbs

of time immemorial

prayer most sublime

desire most crimson

april most rare



Blogger Teresa said...

Thank you, Bro. Murat, for this moment to pause in prayer. Your poem is deep and touching. I love that you start with "vestal" as a hint of the "virgin." I love the descriptors of the time: "rudiments of love's time, called / out from the suburbs of time immemorial."

Your descriptions of sublime prayer are inspired: "desire most crimson / april most rare" (giving thoughts of showers of blessing, harking back maybe to the Old Testament notions of the early rains and the latter rains of God's bounty) And of course, after a shower of grace, one needs the acequias to capture the flooding waters and direct them to the thirsty fields... You even got some St. Francis in here--"Lord, make me a channel of your peace"

I don't think I've reached bottom on this little gem. Really magnificat!

8:12 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I'm glad you enjoyed this. I almost didn't do one for the prompt: "pause" after the previous day's "paws" (a little homophonic tesseracting of their own), but then vestal just fell out. I like your use of acequia in the exegesis: it's one of my favorite words in Spanish. This just in from Wikipedia: The Spanish word acequia comes from the Arabic "al saqiya".

8:32 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I did not know the origins of "acequia", but I am not surprised about the Arabic. That just makes this gem a little bit more all-embracing. Acequia has such a nice ring to it.

I'm glad you didn't pause in your efforts. Yesterday's "paws" was fun and games; today's "pause" is more for reflection.

Interesting that vestal fell out before vespers... but I suppose they had their evening rites long before the Benedictines had theirs.

8:50 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

well we have birth, death, sex, and blood all in one package. Lot of ways to go with this. never sure what room you are roaming around in that multifaceted brain of yours :)

11:24 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms Dee: In my Father's house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. I think all of us here like to wander. I'm glad you're along for the ride.

11:36 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

glad to be here myself.this one was a teaser. The whole vestal and rudiments of loves time threw me one direction but the prayers, crimson, vespers pulled me in another. I decided it's all part of us messy humans anyway so why try to put it in one box?

11:47 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Amen to all that, Dee.

1:59 PM  
Blogger anno said...

If I were a cat, this would be catnip, and I would be rolling in it. All these words, all so wonderful.

5:14 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: At least cats know better about what to roll in (and what not to); though a dogoid myself, I can't say the same for the canine monks.

5:19 PM  

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