2023-05-27

 








THE FESTIVAL OF SAN BEDA, YORK IS AN IVORY CITY

  BEDA THE VENERABLE FATHER OF THE CHURCH


 


Your remembrance party is


of a happy time


Spiers of York


that house we had


in wilberfoss


we were poor and happy


The window overlooking the soccer field


the books i read


the poems i wrote


calamus current


The pen like a dart in the hand


searching the scriptures


high school teacher


and writer's apprentice


The briddle path through Armthorpe to the school


My bike


kisses from my wife


And the cooing of my Helen


Rielvaux Abbey


Jarrow's Towers


There was only one cliff left


The first classes of Anglo-Saxon


That nun Roswitia


And the beers at the inn


Pint of bitter please


england angeli


land of angels


I fell in love with that city


I cried and suffered next to the walls


from york


I overcame the trances, rolled up in my scarves hitchhiking


To save the bus trip


Praying in Beverley Cathedral


antiphons and psalms


We baptized my girl on Saint Peter's Day


And she bears your monastic name: Venerable Bede


Alcuin's Master


Carolingian court scribe


I measured the course of the stars


I defined the date of Easter


O the good merry England


shakespeare


Whose verses sounded resounding


In those northern cities


I knew how to pronounce the name of the rose


Truth and faith dwell in books


Scrolls don't age


I knew the letters of Alcuin


The blessed of Liébana


peering into the darkness


of the apocalypse


Today after time


I miss that England


catholic that is not


It was a happy time


The best years of my life


God led me on the path of the word


I visited the tomb of Saint Helena


York Eboracum


It was a city of ivory


God took me by the hand


By the paths of the blank page


Saturday, May 27, 2023

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