| | Saturday before Easter,
Six dozen eggs boiled;
Pastels and newspaper,
Wire hangers twisted,
Around the kitchen table
Vinegar dye completed.
Mary Poppins and London’s grey horizon—
There’s the bird lady behind Father’s old bank,
Steps ‘round St. Paul’s Cathedral, smoky dawn.
Merton knows, Tell me, darlings, can God be in hell?
No one sees clearly before resurrection.
Saturday before Easter,
Fingers stained Chartreuse,
Hold my hand, dear lover
(Ubi amor Deus
Ibi est). Even’ vigil
Gladly we’ve found a truce.
Holy Saturday
2007
Please see Selected Poems of Thomas Merton. New York: New Directions, 1967.
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