Some Mysterious Thing in the Air


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)


by Pavel Chichikov

The creature on the table rings

My master lifts its leg and sings

But nothing there sings back at him

Until he stops, puts down its limb

And even then it may not choir

Until a span of time transpires

Otherwise it does not stir

Or even mew and scratch and purr

No woodchuck is it, meadow mouse

Those are wild, this lives in house

No bird is it, although it whistles

As do the heated kitchen kettles

No one takes it for a stroll

It has no flesh to run, or roll

Yet he cares for it enough

To grumble at it, sniff and laugh

So said we when Christ among

Us little humans sang a song

To some mysterious thing in air

Above His head and called it prayer

Or when He left an empty tomb

About the countryside to roam

And broil a perch upon a beach

And rise to where no one can reach

Subscribe to CE
(It's free)

Go to Catholic Exchange homepage

MENU