Thursday, November 12, 2015

A Desert Owl



I am like a desert owl,

like an owl among ruins.
     —Psalm 102:6

Reading Psalm 102 brings to mind the overwhelming experiences I had wandering among the crumbling monastic ruins of Inishmore Island, Ireland during our
Writing on the Wild Edges of the World Retreat a couple of months back. St. Macduach’s Church, close behind our B&B, Kilmurvey House, was especially poignant as I celebrated predawn communion with the great cloud of long dead Celtic saints after matins.

This psalm is a lament, a wailing of affliction.  However, the solitary within me finds great solace in these words. Rather than despair, they speak to me of precious, private times ‘alone with the Alone’. My God created each of his creatures with unique qualities and characteristics. He made the owls and me eremitic beings, designed and driven to silently wander the nights in solitude.

I am like a desert owl
like and I’ll among ruins
lone, but not alone
solaced by the Solacer

like an owl among ruins
ancient stones echo my aubades
solaced by the Solacer
communing with saints of old

ancient stones echo my aubades
lone, but not alone
communing with saints of old
I am like a desert owl

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