On The Feast Of St. Stephen - Poem by Steven Federle
'The life of the soul is not knowledge, it is love, since love is the act of the supreme faculty, the will, by which man is formally united to the final end of all his striving – by which man becomes one with God.' (The Seven Storey Mountain)
my eyes can see how wind tears, how
clouds ravage the sky
Can you hear the geese fleeing
as the savage storm crouches?
Are you afraid?
how the sea sometimes
but the stubborn land
bows and waits
and, swollen, forgives
with torrents of life;
rivers of joy.
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