Monday, July 11, 2005


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
-- "Ozymandias", Percy Bysshe Shelley

I happened upon these woirds, a poem memorized in grade school. The truth that survives is of the Lord, all else is lies, fleeting and blowing in the breeze.

The Good Ground

After hearing the Gospel of the week, this poem touched my heart.

A Disciple's Prayer

I bow to the sacred in all creation.
May my spirit fill the world with beauty and wonder.
May my mind seek truth with humility and openness.
May my heart forgive without limit.
May my love for friend, enemy, and outcast be without measure.
May my needs be few and my living simple.
May my actions bear witness to the suffering of others.
May my hands never harm a living being.
May my steps stay on the journey of justice.
May my tongue speak for those who are poor without fear of the powerful.
May my prayers rise with patient discontent until no child is hungry.
May my life's work be a passion for peace and nonviolence.
May my soul rejoice in the present moment.
May my imagination overcome death and despair with new possibility.
And may I risk reputation, comfort, and security to bring this hope to the children.

Mary Lou Kownacki, OSB

My meditation on the Gospel this week, of the seeds sown on the ground, is that the seed falls where it will, and ground is ground.
My wife is a gardener, and we just retunred from vacation. She had a neighbor water the ground. I'm sure she will be working the earth before long to make things right again.

Ground can be made better, but only by those who tend the ground. A path can be redirected, and the soil enriched so that a plant can grow. The nature of rocky ground an be changed by removing the rocks or pulveriziing them into soil. Properly cared for soil will not produce choking weeds. The good grounds keeper will not let those weeds get out of control. A little plant food will make a growing plant happier and healthier. So ask our grounds tender to be with us and make us more fruitful!