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| Christ Calming the Storm - Eugene Delacroix |
Sweet Jesus, talkinghis melancholy madness,stood up in the boatand the sea lay down,silky and sorry.
So everybody was savedthat night.But you know how it iswhen somethingdifferent crossesthe threshold—the unclesmutter together,
the women walk away,the young brother beginsto sharpen his knife.Nobody knows what the soul is.
It comes and goeslike the wind over the water—sometimes, for days,you don’t think of it.
Maybe, after the sermon,after the multitude was fed,one or two of them feltthe soul slip forth
like a tremor of pure sunlightbefore exhaustion,that wants to swallow everything,gripped their bones and left them
miserable and sleepy,as they are now, forgettinghow the wind tore at the sailsbefore he rose and talked to it—
tender and luminous and demandingas he always was—a thousand times more frighteningthan the killer storm.
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| Christ Pantocrater (Ruler Over All) from the Hagia Sophia, Istanbul |
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
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| Portrait by Robert White, 1674 |
Peace
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.
I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace's coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.
At length I met a rev'rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace
I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.
He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond'ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.
It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.
Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev'ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.
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| The National War Monument, Ottawa |
