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Feast of Saint Lucy – Feast of Light

On this Feast of Saint Lucy (whose name means light), I share a poem by Thomas Merton.

Lucy, whose day is in our darkest season,
(Although your name is full of light,)
We walkers in the murk and rain of flesh and sense,
Lost in the midnight of our dead world’s solstice
Look for the fogs to open on your friendly star.

We have long since cut down the summer of history;
Our cheerful towns have all gone out like fireflies in October.
The fields are dry and the vine is bare:
How have our long days dwindled, now that the world is frozen!

Locked in the cold jails of our stubborn will,
Oh hear the shovels growling in the gravel.
This is the way they’ll make our beds for ever,
Ours, whose Decembers have put out the sun:
Doors of whos souls are shut against the summertime!

Martyr, whose short day sees our winter and our Calvary,
show us some light, show seem forsaken by the sky:
We have so dwelt in darkness that our eyes are screened and dim,
And all but blinded by the weakest ray.

Hallow the vespers and December of our life,
O martyred Lucy:
Console our solstice wit your friendly day.

-Thomas Merton, The Collected Poems

O Christ, Light in our darkness, light our way!

Posted by opreach on December 13, 2011

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