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Leaves of Water is an inspirational, thought-provoking poetry book with poems featuring such topics as the calming symphony of rain on the leaves, the silence of the wind and the glory of God.

Fr. Ralph Wright, who is a poet of great distinction, pens works that reflect his knowledge of and respect for the masters. His images are both beautiful and startling; his metaphors perceptive, his use of rhyme natural.

His expertise lies in the unity of word and idea that is the essence of poetry. Leaves of Water is his sixth book of verse. The poetry of leaves of water is never obscure but nevertheless demands that we return, again and again, to delight in and savor both words and subtle meanings.

Leaves of Water offers a soothing escape from the pressures and turmoil of every day life.

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Philosophie

Éthique et morale

Inspirational

Themes

Subjects

Religious

Poetry

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Date de parution	21 février 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780984011711
Langue	English

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leaves of water
by
Father Ralph Wright, OSB

OTHER BOOKS BY

RALPH WRIGHT

All the Stars are Snowflakes

Seamless

Perhaps God

Life is Simpler Towards Evening

Ripples of Stillness

RALPH WRIGHT, O.S.B.

leaves of water

new & selected poems

Copyright 2011 Father Ralph Wright, OSB, All rights reserved.

Published in eBook format by Monograph Publishing

ISBN-13: 978-0-9840-1171-1

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

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Monograph Publishing, LLC
1 Putt Lane
Eureka, Missouri 63025
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DEDICATION

For Anne Porter
whose ‘altogether different language’
has reminded me
that poetry is
above all
memorable speech.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank the Daughters of
Saint Paul for permission to include the
poems “Today”, “Ripples of Stillness”,
“Ground for Joy” and “Infinite Patience”
which first appeared in a collection of
my poetry that they published entitled
Ripples of Stillness.

I am deeply grateful to William Mathis
who designed the cover. My thanks also
to Cumming and Cleda Paton and Joann
Harvey without whom this project
would never have got off the ground.

Words, after speech, reach into the silence.

T.S.Eliot

NEW POEMS — 1993 - 1997

leaves of water

I wonder did
God think of leaves
falling from
the autumn trees

before he thought
of flakes of snow
leaves of water
drifting so

gently in
December’s breeze
they might have been
October’s leaves

Canada Geese

Canada geese
lumbering nobly along
grazing
in strict formation
their long black necks
poking
like vacuum cleaners
at the winter grass

one at the back
erect
tall as a watch tower
with both eyes and a beak
steady
alert for danger

stately as a squadron
in the Pacific
parading before Mountbatten
cropping
chewing
digesting
dunging the pathways

and then
at a nod from the tower
aloft instantly

cruising more smoothly
over the grey and the blue
than over the green

Thwack

walking between
the dark green
heavy plastic
end curtains
and the stark wall
in the Indoor Tennis
Club last night
as the heavy popping
thud of racket
striking ball
hit my ears
I suddenly wondered
why the relatively
sane men and
saner women
from Homer’s day
down to our own
have whiled away
with such relish
endless hours
thwacking or watching
others thwack
a bland ball

unless it’s because
we’re genetically bound
to mirror our Father
whose glorious
mischievous
somehow superfluous
always mysterious

cosmic game
we
now
eternally
are

In the Murk

In the murk
of day by day
tragic being
some people
reach for a way
to end their prolonged
darkness

others have seen
and remember
the signs of dawn
appearing on the fringes
of the long night sky

others stay around
from a kind of curiosity
to see what’ll happen
next

today
I find myself rooted
to the spot
— fiddle beneath my chin
bow poised —
waiting
after last night’s interval
for the conductor’s raised hand
and the momentary silence
before the new movement
begins

In Your Light We See Light

“…in your Light we see light...
as darkness falls over the silent
steady fall of this relentless snow;

“in your light...”
the meaning of it all
the sudden comfort coming from deep awareness
that You exist and I am loved by You –
a blanket of quiet hope to ease the mind
reducing the angry roar of torn nerves
to silence;

“ … your Light...”
the Spirit simply dwelling in the deep
focal point of the person that I am,
dwelling like blazing logs in the wood stove
against the backdrop of the wild
zero winter night;

“we see Light...”