Maximize your screen with your F11 key

An Imperfect Life

poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald

The Series

Ashes to Easter






Unimproved by human engineers,

the wilderness is nature in the raw;

night sky, the stars, the cold, the bed of straw,

the hunt, the cry, the ever-watchful fears.

This dangerous, ill-fit place, is called ďretreatĒ;

discovering God in natureís origins

its otherness, a hint how it begins.

Wild itís start; of a wilder God it speaks;

A God Who must be kind and tamed and taught

to live beneath a roof, be civilized,

to speak when spoken to without surprise.

In short, to help us as a true god ought.

In wilderness we learn that God must change

And we? Godís work Improve and rearrange.