On Constable’s “Salisbury Cathedral from the Bishop’s grounds”

On Constable’s “Salisbury Cathedral from the Bishop’s Grounds” (Challenge #20)
by Pamella Bowen

O, dreamy scene of spire kissed by sun
And framed by ancient trees in foreground green
With water meadows, cows and shining brook,
Why do my heartstrings leap at sight of you?

When Constable put brush to canvas then
To paint your quintessential English view
He couldn’t know two centuries would pass
And still you’d find a lover here in me.

An Anglophile was I at seventeen
When first I saw your subject for myself,
Walking from the train to take a tour
Of nave and transepts, choir, cloisters, spire.

Is it your Englishness that so appeals
Or mem’ry of that far-off cherished joy—
My first time seeing such a holy sight,
In love with England’s green and pleasant land?

Or maybe it’s the fact that on those shores
My heart first felt the stirring touch of God,
When tears welled up in me and hotly fell,
Responding to an English preacher’s words.

I praise the Lord who blessed the artist’s hand
To capture with a brush the sacred scene
And masons’ hands six hundred years before
That fit the sandstone blocks with skill and grace.

What gift is Art the Holy spirit sends
To keep the Good News moving through the years,
From stone to paint to poem in my hand,
The Word has lived and lives and will live still.

© 2018

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Franciscan

Hello, lizard.
Hello, my baby.
Whatcha doin’ on my doormat?
Watching me through the sliding door?
Yes?
Isn’t it a lovely day?
Isn’t it nice being a lizard?
[he cocks his lizard head]
I bet it is.
I love you, little guy.
Yes, I do.
[he steps closer on lizardy feet]
You are so cute.
Thanks for coming to see me.
[a bit closer]
Is it fun being a lizard?
Yes?
[off he scurries]
Bye, little lizard.
Have a nice lizard day.

Saint Francis wasn’t magic.
He was holy.
Like all of us.
The Creation understood him,
Another creature.

Reptilian Brain

Does a snake luxuriate in a desert sunset?
Does a lizard pen paeans to sandy solitude?
No time for that foolishness—
It’s fight or flight.

Does a human luxuriate in a penthouse view?
Does homo sapiens send e-mails extolling a peaceful encounter?
No time for that foolishness—
It’s kill or be killed,
Strike while the iron is hot,
The early bird gets the worm,
And nice guys finish last.

Like lizard brains, ours work best on
Problems,
Threats, and
Survival.
Beauty, peace, and love?
They’re nice and all,
But nothing to solve.
Nothing in which to sink your teeth,
So to speak.

That’s how we humans are—
From reptiles not so far.

Still Hungry

The apple
The manna
The barbecue offerings
The unleavened bread
The wine jugs in Cana
The food for the thousands
The last supper
The post-resurrection fishes.

God, I think you’re all about food,
About eating together here,
About hospitality now,
In the delectable real world.

But, no.
The Learned Preacher says you mean
Spiritual Food
Feeding the Soul
Bread of Heaven—
It’s all metaphorical.

Maybe he’s right.

But I’m still hungry.

Stained Glass

The prompt was: Where do you see stained glass?

Sainte-Chapelle shines in Paris.
Saint Peter’s awes in Rome.
High-class gallery, NYC,
Stained glass makes its home.

Transom in a tenement,
Pizza palace lampshade,
Jesus in a Baptist church,
Stained glass takes its space.

Came and colors come together,
Worked by hands on wooden tables.
Lead and glass, so lowly, common,
Humble, handled, hung aloft
Like the Christ the glass portrays—
Icon of the transformed way.

Killer

Written to the prompt:  What was the last thing you killed?

 

I’m no killer, I swear.
I’d never take a life,
Send someone otherwhere
At point of gun or knife.

I’d never kill a dog,
Unless he was very sick
And blind and old and crippled
And needed put to sleep.

I’d never kill a bird,
Unless of course it dashed
Itself against my windshield
On the freeway going fast.

I’d never kill a fish
Unless I accidentally sprayed
Insecticide around the room
Where the aquarium stays.

I guess I am a killer.
What effort it would take
To keep myself from killing!
Not to step on insects,
Not to disinfect.
To let the termites munch away,
Coyotes eat my pets.
To see a snake and stop the car.
No, not to kill is just too hard.