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Seán Mac Falls Jul 2018
(Sonnet)

Above, this morning, on another plain
Over bogland and tundra rising snows drift
Darting birds white, unlike you, they strain
Fleeing on wing to save some earthen kin.
Blood runs as they race, your shadows cast,
Their hearts beating to some distant dawn.
Under the pale sun, white burns on their backs,
Daylight sings, their ears are horned, little faun
White as snow, the prince of the sky is blessed
On high by drops of rain, and dusted freeze,
Then blood and breast, sacrament and eucharist,
Their tale ends in glory, risen as a breeze.
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Note:
Irregular variations on the sonnet form have included the 12-line sonnet sometimes used by Elizabethan poets, G. M. Hopkin's curtal sonnets of 10-1/2 lines, and the 16-line sonnets of George Meredith's sequence Modern Love (1862).
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Seán Mac Falls Feb 2018
( Sonnet )

Good deer are gracing the trees,
Take communion in handed leaf,
Touch the soils with loving hoof,
In the tabernacles of the wood.

The owl cries for all souls eternal,
Deep in the shrouds of the vernal
That drape the newly born dying,
Beneath the solemn owls' crying.

And songbird has a psalm unread,
A parable in the twining branches,
Gifts of song foist lanyards of crop
Dear in old forest, this offered sup.

As blood seeping deep in the wood,
Sky washes away those who stood.
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showyoulove Nov 2017
Many of us want to trust God to take care of our needs and we try to trust him, but in our humanity we fail and we try to take the burden on ourselves and away from God. We know that God is all powerful and works for our good, but it’s as if we’re afraid that he can’t or that he won’t. God tells us not to worry about getting what we need that the birds of the sky have shelter and are fed and the flowers bloom and grow and they do not plant or sow or make clothes and they are provided and cared for. And we are worth so much more than birds. In Jeremiah 29:11 Jesus says: “I know the plans I have for you” says the Lord. “Plans to prosper and not harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future”. Jesus, you don’t always give us what we want, but in your greatness and your wisdom you give us what we need. Sometimes, you ask us to wait or You say no in order to give us something far greater than what we asked. Sometimes it takes years for us to be able to look back and see that you really did provide for us even if it didn’t seem like it at the time. You also don’t expect us to sit back and do nothing at all. We are called to do the best we can with what we have and give it to you. In prayer, praise, patience, and faith you will provide the rest or bless and multiply what we have given you so we have enough.

Jesus help us trust in you that you will always provide us what we need. Help us also trust in the wisdom of your plan when we don’t understand or can’t see. Let us go forward in faith and love to give all that we have and bless and multiply it for us. You are good and if we are diligent and faithful when times are tough and we act with a right heart you will bless our offering. Jesus help us remember that you are enough, you are all we really need. Help us be truly satisfied with you. Be the shepherd of our lives and we will want for nothing more. Trusting in your Divine Providence we pray this and all things in Your name. Amen.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2017
( Sonnet )*

Good deer are gracing the trees,
Take communion in handed leaf,
Touch the soils with loving hoof,
In the tabernacles of the wood.

The owl cries for all souls eternal,
Deep in the shrouds of the vernal
That drape the newly born dying,
Beneath the solemn owls' crying.

And songbird has a psalm unread,
A parable in the twining branches,
Gifts of song foist lanyards of crop
Dear in old forest, this offered sup.

As blood seeping deep in the wood,
Sky washes away those who stood.
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fear not the ebony bird
flying in the sky
the message of providence
on his wings ply*

an omen
he brings
voicing
of shiner things

over the centuries
a misrepresentation
had of his meaning
on the black feathers
we can be confidential leaning

above where the raven
shows a plumage dark
our eyes shall encounter
the luminous spark

he's symbolic
of fortune's path
he's signalling
*no visible wrath
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2017
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Sun slowly sinking above the river rushing,
Lime white lilies trumpet to the moon aloof,
Fatted fowl wading, an end to days hushed,
Lo, mercurial otter slips downstream— ****!
It's mind blowing to think that every time those massive clouds roll in, a lake hovers above our heads!
And through His grace above, the entire lake falls only by drops, one falling down behind another to coalesce within the mud, for if that lake dropped all at once upon our heads, we'd cease to be, we'd all be dead!
A shiitake dreamer in séance here trust her hands of clouds
for she is one ready as Columbia whole
only she inhibit feelings, fear or wrath
with her kind of inclination found now might supplely bind hers
or daily bread shall dissolve her breath,
a ****** in sun dried tomatoes
fore dually her thought of heart leaving
mellow her wish with pleasure once again
that her kingdom bound where a prayer now her staple
with much to share allow her providence, today.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2016
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Lovers reconcile  .  .  .
Making love in yellow fields,
  .  .  .  Joys in mustard seed.
From the Gospel:

He set another parable before them, saying, "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field; which indeed is smaller than all seeds. But when it is grown, it is greater than the herbs, and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the sky come and lodge in its branches."

— Matthew 13:31–32
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Seán Mac Falls Jul 2016
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Above, this morning, on another plain
Over bogland and tundra rising snows drift
Darting birds white, unlike you, they strain
Fleeing on wing to save some earthen kin.
Blood runs as they race, your shadows cast,
Their hearts beating to some distant dawn.
Under the pale sun, white burns on their backs,
Daylight sings, their ears are horned, little faun
White as snow, the prince of the sky is blessed
On high by drops of rain, and dusted freeze,
Then blood and breast, sacrament and eucharist,
Their tale ends in glory, risen as a breeze.
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