(St. Pachomius Skete)
Afternoons like this can never be long enough –
We wait on the porch for the promised storm,
Beneath the booming of Ozark thunder,
Wait for the wind to push the torpid air
From us, disperse the sour humors drawn out
By poultice of stillness. The hardwoods begin to wave
Their many arms. Their papery tongues rasp
Benedictions – peace – out here
Where the warring world does not intrude.
I sit here on the stoop tying chotkis,
The heart’s notebook open wide to record
This otherworldly realm of quiet and prayer –
God’s eye, still and blessing still, in the middle
Of deepening world storm and every soul storm.
Poem is copied with permission from Endless Winter Nights at Monk’s Lagoon, by Mother Macaria Cobett, an Orthodox nun in the Serbian Diocese of New Gracanica. Mother Macaria lives at the St. Xenia Metochion in Indianapolis, Indiana. She manages the St. Seraphim Orthodox Bookstore affiliated with the Joy of All Who Sorrow Orthodox Christian Church in Indianapolis. Endless Winter Nights at Monk’s Lagoon is available from this bookstore. Call (317) 637-1897.
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