A Carthusian : Godotism


A Carthusian


One thing's for sure: sceptics will not cease
To wait! You sharpen words yet miss the point.
You see trees, leaf and bark; the woods
You do not see, the magnitude of the whole.
Little minds put God to the test; he wins
By not responding. "Believe to understand."
Believe not and nothing's clear. The sheer
Size of the world provokes amazement but not
In you. Mean-minded you cannot revere.
Sceptics straddle the fence, a sterile herd.
Proud you've cast out fear, that holy awe
That waits humbly, gives time for wonder to speak.
Life's complexities inspire a pause,
A deeper delving for truth, a prayer for light.
Instinctive goodness reveals the creative mind:
"Brood of vipers though you be you give
Not scorpions to your sons." Has God less love?
He who inclined the human heart to good
Does his incline to evil? Common sense.
Is light but mockers make light of it, prefer
To twist the truth, confound with cleverness.
The lowly who love knock and will be heard.
Mockers create then stifle in the absurd...

To Bo Cavefors

(First published in Iron Jungle of Hate, 2005)

A Carthusian
The Silence of the Lotus
Collected Poems 1964 - 2008

Analecta Carthusiana (257)
Institut für Anglistik und Amerikanistik
Universität Salzburg, 2009

The watercolours of the Charterhouse of St. Hugh, Parkminster: Dom Luis de Pont.

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