*Written on October 12, 2017. Included are links to some of the influences behind what is said here, such as the song below. A few days after I shared this publicly, I “discovered” a very similar poem written by Wendell Berry (see below), who is also one of my poetic influences.*
I grow in continual fear
That our world has lost sight of love.
Our hearts drive our actions,
and our actions drive the thoughts of others
to the parasitical values found
every direction we turn.
This cynicism inside me
Mirrors the sin that sits inside me
Dragging me to a cliff that I’m familiar with
But I blank when they give me the map that
leads me to a way out.
I cry, “This is the way to love.”
And, “This is the road to peace.”
But inside, all I encounter
are dead ends and cave-ins.
Our selfishness is internal and external
And until I can advance, I allow myself to pause
and think back to St. Patrick
with words that help to clear the quarry in my heart
and the quarrel with my brother:
“Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort me and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all who love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.”