Saturday, March 7, 2020

To God, Who Gives Joy to Our Youth - poem (a re-post, with mods, from last year)

Lawrence Hall
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To God, Who Gives Joy to Our Youth

For Reverend Raphael Barousse, OSB

Father Raph - Uncle Bubby - on His 90th Birthday


Introibo ad altare Dei

Ad Deum qui laetificat juvenitutem meam


You look into the mirror and ask yourself
“Who is that old man staring back at me?”
Your friends tell you you’re lookin’ good - for your age
And your uncooperative body in protest creaks

But you and all of them are wrong because

You still approach the Altar as a child
As you once were, and are, and will be forever
For God will have it so, will have you so -
Enchanted by His magic - a little boy

A little boy in Sunday shoes and shirt
Who hears his Mama whisper to him, “Don’t squirm!”
As the Mass hums through a summer morning
Until that moment when you encounter Him:

The universe spirals through its sunlit dance
Creation spins around, in, and down
Eternity circles the paten and cup

Miraculum

Eternity circles the paten and cup
Around and out and up, Creation spins
Through its sunlit dance the universe spirals

And only little children understand that
And only little children are invited
And so God gives joy to your forever-youth
And your forever-youth gives joy to God

2 comments:

W.k.kortas said...

Utter magic, nothing less.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Thank you.

He's as tough as a boot, that old Cajun, plowed with mules in his boyhood, rode mules through jungles and over mountains in South America to offer Mass in the face of violence from both Fascists and Communists, one-eyed, cigarette-smoking, dropping a "hell" or a "damn" when someone says something especially stupid - he is a genuinely holy man.