Monday, October 03, 2005

That Will Bring Us Back to Do

BC11. What do we mean when we say that God is infinitely perfect?

The branches of an ash tree
turn alive
some presence in the woods
whose movement recreates
a doe from leaves
and realization of
this perfect earth,
where love
instills the river with a clear
infinity of blue
beside true concentration
in a deer.

~Son Rivers 2005
Looks like another week of my conversations with the Baltimore Catechism, that little red book of American bishops.

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