Thursday, June 28, 2007



POEM: WOODEN TABERNACLE

Most of my life,
except for a few retreats
into the deep forest of God,
I’ve stayed in the city,
remained at the edge of the woods,
writing poems
about the edge of things,
singing sad songs
about my loneliness,
about the color of surfaces,
about these gods of mine,
flowers at the edge of my woods,
at the edge of the tabernacle,
flowers so easy to uproot,
so soon to fade,
so unlike the trees
in the heart of the forest.


© Andrew Costello

6 comments:

Andrea Mcintosh said...

I liked your poem. It provided a great metaphor for reflection. Thanks!

Andrea Mcintosh said...

I liked your poem. It provided a great metaphor for reflection. Thanks!

Catherine said...

Hi Fr Andy,
Your poem is poignant with meaning ... ya, there are layers of meaning and they take a bit of pondering. I hear a 'inner' yearning. I am certainly very happy that you have finally gotten this blog up and running. Does this mean you will post your weekly homilies here too? I await your input, God bless.

Anonymous said...

Andy, thanks for doing this blog. Now the whole internet world can experiece your wonderful writing and wisdom (and wit!) We'll be checking in often--brent and maryann

Anonymous said...

Glad I found this on the day before Independence Day, 2007

Anonymous said...

Fr. Andy ,
Your wooden tabernacle is behind my house .
A woods filled with blessings of birds, trees and wildlife .
Thank you for showing it to me thru your eyes.
Mary Joan