Bowling Saints
December 4, 2008 at 11:58 pm | In Angels, Enlightenment, Fantasy, Freedom, Fun, God, Nature, Poetry | 1 CommentSaints were bowling in the mountains,
Great Sequoias were their pins.
Angels played in snow above them,
Placing bets on sainted wins.
I had gone into the mountains,
Seeking for my God’s advice.
I found miracles in play there,
Tossing rocks on glacial ice.
Glaciers rise into the mountains,
Lost in clouds and mighty peaks.
Saints may bowl down in the canyons,
Far above Jon’s true God sleeps.
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So I was sitting in my Poetry group today reading some Wordsworth and drifting in and out, when someone handed around some poems by a 14th century Persian poet named Hafiz. It was called “Saints Bowing in the Mountains.”
Since I was only half there, I read it as “Saints Bowling in the Mountains.” That line’s been rolling through my head all day, so I had to exorcise it by putting it in a poem.
Comment by Jon Norland — December 5, 2008 #