Front page

Cedar

Please buy

At AMAZON.COM



Commentary on religion, politics, morality, education, and the arts

Email me:

wmluse at yahoo.com ________

Site Feed
________

Archives

________

Archived Works: Full Listing by Category

Click Here
Inspired by my Children:

For the Kids

Or Click Here
The Chronicles of Terri Schiavo

Requiescat in Pace:

Remember
Family Life:

Three Women and one man

or Here
Sunday Thoughts

'What Think Ye of Christ?'

More
Things Catholic:

Of the Faith

More
Memory, Grace, the Necessary Things

To Be Alive...

More
Poetry on Sundry Occasions

Life is a Poem

See All
Film and Television

The Screening Room

A Few More Reviews
The Culture and its Wars

A Few Favorites

(More)
The Mystery of Evil

Both Moral and Natural:

Or Here
The Natural World

Do Dogs Go To Heaven? - Animal of the Month: Cedar

A Croc of...

Animals of the Month: leech on life

Animal Sex

Animal of the Month: in love and war

All the animals
TSO's Page...and..

Parody is Therapy

St. Flannery's blog

Places I like to visit:

A Few Mags:

Touchstone

First Things

The New Pantagruel

Good Catholic (and Christian) Reading:

Touchstone's Mere Comments

Friends of Catholic Exchange

The Requiem Press

------------

What's Wrong With The World...


...and its editors:

Lydia McGrew
Paul Cella and Zippy - see Boy Blogs below

Boy Blogs:

Jeff Culbreath

TS O'Rama

Paul Cella

Zippy

Dylan

Todd Mckimmey

Jeff Miller

Lane Core Jr.:Politics, Poetry, Faith

Inn at the End of the World

Kevin Jones: Philokalia Repbulic

Tim Jones: Old World Swine

Francis Mooney: captured heart (gone for now)

Chris: proud papa

Steven Riddle: Truth is Beauty

Mark Shea

Ad Majorem...A Prodigal Son

The Mighty Barrister

The Ratzinger Fan Club

Domenico Bettinelli

Dale Price's Dyspeptic Dead-on Mutterings

Bill White

Patrick Sweeney

Michael Brendan

Secret Agent Man

JS Kern Talks Sense

Thomas Fitzgerald: loyal lawyer

Jim Curley

Trousered Ape

Lofted Nest

Scrufflans Hirsutus

Erik's Rants and Recipes

Dennis' My Ephemeris

Lex Communis

Drive-Thru Musings

Alan K. Henderson

Good Women

(There can never be too many):

The Summamamas: Micki, Terry, Kirsten

Lydia McGrew

Ellyn vonHuben: smart, funny, homeschooling Mom

Pansy and Peony: Two Sleepy Mommies

Elena

alaiyo: Inscapes

Marie's Two Ways of Renouncing the Devil

Donna Marie Lewis: Newman, Tolkien, rats

Kathy the Carmelite's Gospel Minefield (pray for her)

Alicia: Fructus Ventris

Amy Welborn: Charlotte was Both...and at her new place...

...Via Media

Amy: a Real Catholic

Jeanetta: Domestic Punk

Sparki

Christine: Laudem Gloriae

Theresa's Destination: Order
(Christendom grad gone nunward)

Therese Z and Rosalind

Lynn - keeping Gainesville for the Lord

Lilac Rose

Lee Anne: Such Small Hands, Big Heart

Jane Wangersky (gone silent)

Karen Hall's Some Have Hats

Karen Marie Knapp: Rest awhile
(RIP: Karen Marie passed away Aug. 1, 2007. Her last post was July 20th, 2007)

For Movie buffs: Susan's Reviews

[Powered by Blogger]

Friday, August 15, 2003

To A Visionary

I am glum. My child - who thinks she is some kind of quasi-adult with a life of her own and a bright future ahead apart from her parents but to me is just the baby who gurgled up at me while lying on a pillow on my lap as I rocked her to sleep - is returning to college tomorrow. I don't know what it is about daughters; someone might articulate it one day but I doubt it. Sons are different; I know; I was one. But her impending departure put me in mind of earlier this year, not long after Christmas vacation, January I think. I was missing her and sat down to write a letter but found this instead:

                    To a Visionary

                 A father's eye strains to see
                 The form of his living avatar
                 Of body and mind in unity,
                 And hides within his heart a scar:
                 "What is life to you is loss to me."
                 So let him wonder where you are -
                 Bookbound at university?
                 Or lost in some youthful reverie
                 Of the future, near and far?
                 A dream, perhaps, of what you hope to be?
                 In those quiet depths, those moments alone,
                 Why is it you strive so hard to see
                 The shape of things that cannot be known?

                 Rather, take the stage, tell me a story,
                 Let the music and motion begin;
                 Craft with your arms a simile 
                 Of a heart possessed to gather us in.
                 Let the pirouette accentuate,
                 Your eyes our pain and passion show
                 As staccato toes punctuate,
                 The tale told, your body the pen -
                 That we might forget we have need to know
                 All tales are born of sorrow and sin.

                 To memorialize is art's desire,
                 Reducing poets to a feeble verse
                 Upon flashing legs that ingite a fire
                 To freeze the moment, lift Adam's curse.
                 We who watch your figure sway -
                 White wraith by a deep-sea current blown -
                 Rest in the moment, content with the day,
                 Slaves to a beauty we cannot own.
                 We once, like you, loved reverie,
                 Dreamed of the future near and far,
                 Surprised by what we came to be,
                 What we wished for, what we are.
                 In quiet musings, those moments alone,
                 It is now you we strive to see,
                 Captives still to the mystery
                 Of the shape of things that cannot be known.

Posted 2:08 PM   by William Luse    0 Comments    EmailThis!


0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Home