Compline ("No search for God is vain, even if not found." Bernard of Clairvaux) One last exhausted word of praise. In starts and spurts, against all temporality and the pillage of the day, I hunted you, Lord, in the subtexts of my lean life, in all the echoes of your presence; but my heart is not ready, my heart is not ready. My body does not pine for you, as a dry weary land without water. I have not conquered the noonday devil. But I gather up the jumble of the day: the tangled prayers, the angry word, the walk I took to grasp the silence, the class I taught to Visigoths and Ostrogoths, the dissembled concession, the carmelized insult, the undifferentiated sameness of the hours. I gather up my swampy fragments left over as my day's doxology. Two things do I know. To one thing my heart clings: One does not search for God in vain, even if not found.
--Fr. Kilian McDonnell, OSB
|Printer friendly Cite/link Email Feedback|
|Publication:||National Catholic Reporter|
|Date:||Oct 3, 2003|
|Previous Article:||Healing the wound: the sacraments and human sexuality.|
|Next Article:||The Spinner.|