“They began to stretch their necks, extend their wings, open their beaks and gaze at him attentively.”
~ St. Bonaventure
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To love one special animal, your pet
For instance, that is Zen, and every faith
In one . . . and other beasts. Avoid regret.
Belief without this conjures up a wraith
And atheism. Know that truth and take
It up. (You need not write it out in strength
Of poetry.) If not, the Great Salt Lake,
Its fishless arms, will be the width and length
Of your religion. Buddhists know this, saints
Like Francis, too. He preaches to the beaks
Of birds wide open. Heaven’s brushing paints
Them. Through them Jesus, singing gospel, speaks.
Dead Sea philosophy is not where God
Is this poetry learned from your experience with felines?. And what about the Lion of Judah? Aslan made Him the Christian’s truth.
Peggy, thank you. I never think to look here. Sorry. I’m too 20th-C: I deal with e-mails. I think maybe you are referring to several of my sonnets recently posted. I don’t know that I have ever written about C. S. Lewis’s fantasies for children. It seems that your comment was attached to a sonnet about St. Francis of Assisi, instead.