Christ the King Year A
Sunday 22nd November 2020

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Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.

This Sunday's Poetry

God is not a problem
(“A problem is something which I meet
which I find complete before me.”
Gabriel Marcel, The Mystery of Being)

God is not a problem
I need to solve, not an
algebraic polynomial equation
I find complete before me,

with positive and negative numbers
I can add, subtract, multiply.
God is not a fortress
I can lay siege to and reduce.

God is not a confusion
I can place in order by my logic.
God’s boundaries are not set,
like marking trees to fell.

God is the presence in which
I live, where the line between
what is in me and what
is before me is real, but only God

can draw it. God is the mystery
I meet on the street, but cannot
lay ahold of from the outside,
for God is my situation.

the condition I cannot stand beyond, cannot view from a distance,
the presence I cannot make an object,
only enter on my knees

by Kilian McDonnell
in Swift, Lord You Are Not
Liturgical Press
Collegeville Minnesota
Copyright The Order of St Benedict
Used with kind permission.