Now

 

This is from my 2020 nativity scene

 

Now He comes. He will come. He is coming.

Oh! He is here.

He is everything I need, everything each of us needs.

He wants  to be everything for everybody.

He is so, really so, really now, yet we are blind.

I ask him that my heart could know what my reason already knows, so that I culd live in peace.

I ask that also for my friends.

Merry Holy Christmas.

 

Italian version

 

 

It’s so silent

Giotto: The Nativity in the Scrovegni Chapel, Padua

pic from here

 

It’s so silent and strange without snow
without laughs and surprised children eyes
in this bad alien world that I know

For the first time I’ll be at my home
at my so usual home, nearly alone
like a day among days. Normal days

Maybe next Christmas will be the same
like all my past ones: a special day
exquisite food and wines in that house
where I lived so much before now

Maybe this virus forces to watch
at this birthday for what really it’s
not all that opulence we can have
but the day when the Saint saves all us

Gloria in excelsis Deo: Christ soon comes

 

 

December, 20th 2020

 

Fog erases

I’m sorry… I was not able to post this stuff last week end, as usual …

JB, 2009

 

Fog erases each thing with its nothing
made by silence and moisture and grey
along a way that leads to new Christmas
to new facts, to new hopes, to new life

I drive my car and I look for trees,
for signs or something that have a sense
anything I can see, recognize
to solve troubles and doubts, to go on

I miss white and pure snow in this cold
of an alien, strange winter, unknown.
Out some virus is spreading pain, death
Come soon my Lord with your holy kingdom


December, 14th 2020

It was night

Photo by Cherry Laithang. I found it here.

 

 

These nights I was awake and desire
did suspend everything from the dark
like does willpower when cannot act
like a life that can not be complete

Tonight you met my wishes, my needs
so you sprinkled my skin with your sighs
as a precious balm and sweet fragrance
everywhere up to my womanhood

It was night and there was soft warm skin
around me and no more dark bad things
in my deep and some whispers began strange
love song …
We’re in love and Who is love offers life

 

SL, Elven Forest,
November, 21th 2020

Sin

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.’ H. G. Wells

 

I told you I can not be your love
to respect whom, who owns all my limbs
to be his with my flesh and my thoughts
to be as God wants and likes I be

I’ve no doubt and it’s true; I’m aware
that my path is as my reason knows
My poor heart is a little thing as
a child caged in a dark alien box

I’m sure that I can not be your love
above all in this shocking sweet dream
where I’m pixel’s mess in form of cat,
looking for closeness, hugs and surprise

It is so, yet then why
I’m upset when you chat
with another girl here, tenderness
sharing around you two
while you smile?

My weak heart is both wish and desire.
It mistakes
truth and dream, black and white, light and dark.
Jealousy whispers me that I’m wrong
thinking to control my wish alone

I’m not able to do what I want
when I see truth I do something else
I’m not able to love without love.
I need God, to be love to my Love

 

Thinking of a friend, SL, Milkwood, October, 11th 2020

Broken promise

JB 2020: Summer end in my holiday

Like a broken promise time fast goes
often into nonsense, nowhere, night.
Summertime now is like a far dream
a strange tale without concrete, as mist

Summer suddenly falls in past days
painted by dark grey skies and by rain
like a mad or ill artist could paint
without happy hopes about her life

Sadness suddenly comes in my mind
like this virus that enters the life.
Autumn comes so and full of died days.
Where is just gone mankind strong control?

Without a clear cut path we are like
little ants running casually around.
Our buildings and works have no sense:
I need Someone’s else truth to be alive

October, 5th-10th 2020

Mother Goose

Better to go there to see this pic. Judy (Mitla) is the cat girl on the right.

This my puppet in a dream
behaves as a silly cat.
Are you sure am I just so?
My words freshen what we are

I’m a puppet of the fate
when I trek alone and think
that I can own my true lot.
My words twist so what we are

I’m a puppet into a stream,
a fast flow that swamps each thing
without sense or reason so
my words try to show my aims

Also a puppet becomes free
from her ropes when knees before
Who created her with love.
My words look for what we are

SL, Milk Wood, September, 12nd-October, 3rd 2020

The green grass of Claemp

I’m so confused… I know that my English is very bad, yet I cannot stop to try it.

Well … I try again… and thanks to my friend Bonchance Longfall for his suggestions

Claemp, that day. Photo by JB, 2020

She drinks happily laughing the sunlight
under blue sky: the green grass of Claemp

Light imbues every clump, stem and leaf
so she shines: it’s the green grass of Claemp

Meadows sing Life and breeze is a caress
as a cuddle on green grass of Claemp

There’s a Beauty surrounded by mountains
she’s alive and she’s green grass of Claemp

Here I smile and again find the power
of the life in the green grass of Claemp

There is silence and peace and that fills
all my heart among green grass of Claemp

Here you are and God too watches us
while we sit on the green grass of Claemp

Claemp, Brenta Dolomites

August, 5th 2020

Italian version

Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam, by W.Habington

Pic from here

 

Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam

 

1 When I survey the bright
2 Celestial sphere,
3 So rich with jewels hung, that night
4 Doth like an Ethiop bride appear,

5 My soul her wings doth spread
6 And heavenward flies,
7 Th’ Almighty’s mysteries to read
8 In the large volumes of the skies.

9 For the bright firmament
10 Shoots forth no flame
11 So silent, but is eloquent
12 In speaking the Creator’s name.

13 No unregarded star
14 Contracts its light
15 Into so small a character,
16 Remov’d far from our human sight,

17 But if we steadfast look,
18 We shall discern
19 In it, as in some holy book,
20 How man may heavenly knowledge learn.

21 It tells the conqueror
22 That far-stretch’d power
23 Which his proud dangers traffic for,
24 Is but the triumph of an hour.

25 That from the farthest north,
26 Some nation may
27 Yet undiscovered, issue forth
28 And o’er his new-got conquest sway.

29 Some nation yet shut in
30 With hills of ice
31 May be let out to scourge his sin
32 Till they shall equal him in vice.

33 And then they likewise shall
34 Their ruin have;
35 For as yourselves, your empires fall,
36 And every kingdom hath a grave.

37 Thus those celestial fires,
38 Though seeming mute,
39 The fallacy of our desires
40 And all the pride of life confute.

41 For they have watch’d since first
42 The world had birth;
43 And found sin in itself accurst,
44 And nothing permanent on earth.

 

by William Habington

 

Notes

1] The title is from Psalms xix.2: “night unto night sheweth knowledge.”

4] Cf. Romeo and Juliet I.v.48-49.

25-32] Cf. Jeremiah i.15.

 

I studied at high school when a tv program about science showed this poem.

When I read these beautiful words I feel again that emotion I felt first time I read them.

I completely agree with Mr. Habigton.

It’s so moving, indeed!

Intellect and love, by Anselm of Aosta

Anselmus, Archbishop of Canterbury, Canterbury Cathedral. Pic from here

 

The soul’s surrender of itself to God

Book of Meditations, § 54

Eleventh meditation”Of the redemption of mankind”

O Lord, I beseech Thee,
that I may taste by love what I taste by speculation,
perceive by affection what I perceive by the understanding.

I owe Thee more than my whole self;
but neither have I more, nor even this that I am can I of myself give up whole to Thee.
Draw me, or rather this whole self of mine, O Lord, into Thy love.

All that I am is Thine by creation; make it all Thine by love.
Behold, O Lord, my heart lies open before Thee;
it tries, but of itself it cannot; what self cannot, do Thou.

Admit me within the chamber of Thy love.

I ask, I seek, I knock.
Thou who causest me to ask, cause me to receive.

 

Saint Anselm of Aosta (Saint Anselm of Canterbury)

 

My pc monitor shows me these words when I watch at its desktop.