The Day Belongs to Faith & God
Feb 12, 2001
By Peter Menkin, Obl Cam OSB

This morning’s rain and rising
cried
for a short walk
allowing the day then to belong

to my life and many lives in faith.
A lightening of affliction,
a respite to pain and sorrow,
a living in the body,

along the way to breathe clean air
and know mortality
during time spent on the path;

come back
to me my sanity of rightness
giving in
to the many colors of pain and weakness:
finitude.

Audio reading by the aspiring poet is here:

Video poem is here:

I have Ash Wednesday on my mind this night. A solemn service, I note these words from The Book of Common Prayer:

Almighty God, you have created us out of the dust of the earth: Grant that these ashes may be to us a sign of our mortality and penitence, that we may remember that it is only by your gracious gifts that we are given everlasing life; through Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.

On Monday evenings at 5 pm I go to my church in Mill Valley, California USA and there I pray what is called Evening Prayer. The Book of Common Prayer is used in this daily office, as it is for Ash Wednesday. Many times when I lead the prayers, I begin Monday's with this:

The Lord bless us and keep us. Amen.
The Lord make his face to shine upon us and be gracious to us. Amen.
The Lord lift up his countenance upon us and give us peace. Amen.

I think of the above prayer for Lent, as I do in all the seasons. But it takes on another dimension for Lent, for God does love us and turns us towards him, sometimes without our knowing or being able to turn ourselves.

This afternoon I began thinking, what poem shall I write. The poem following this brief introduction came to mind and this is how it wrote itself, first draft.


Portents say more Winter days

Cold weather here, California.
Ash Wednesday is coming,
the Groundhog failed to show.
The portents say more winter,
and so in the cold days--
with their rain--I will go
to be marked as Christ's.

This pilgrimage has begun
for me, before the Tuesday
before the Wednesday. Look
and I do for season by season
I follow the poor, chaste Christ.

I continue on my journey.

Peter Menkin


The seasons help me in my own life, and in living the life of faith. Sometimes I find an acquaintance or neighbor who thinks Christmas is the most important, uplifting, cheery and special season of all. I disagree, for I think it is Easter. Nonetheless, my neighbor in this case is missing the "holidays," and the "celebration" since Epiphany follows Christmas. Which is where we still are this night as I write these words.

I have a new cat for Epiphany, and though I am tempted to name her Epiphany for it is in that season I adopted her, her name is Tascha. She is a Russian Blue pet who lived with Mary Dee Rickard in Lincoln, California USA from the age of 5 months when she was originally rescued by Mary Dee.

I adopted her officially from Pedigree Plus Cat Rescue in Northern California and on the day of a heavy rain, the day after the big winter 2007 storm of January 4, 2008, brought her home. I write this to tell you of my new one year old cat, and also to say she is a reminder to me of Epiphany 2007 when I was learning about Christ again, and began more frequent prayers for animals. Animals are God's creatures, and in my Church we have a special day when one may bring ones pet and have him or her blessed.

I hope you like my new poem. And if you'd like to see pictures of Tascha, the Cat, go to http://www.flickr.com and search on my name "Peter Menkin" to see the many snapshots of my new pet. I think you'll like the captions, too.

Here I'll share with you some more of the wonderful and beautiful words of the Ash Wednesday service, as I know it. I've edited this a little for meaning by selecting just this quotation in its entirety.

The celebrant says:
I invite you, therefore, in the name of the Church, to the observance of a holy Lent, by self-examination and repentance; by prayer, fasting, and self-denial; and by reading and meditating on God's holy Word. And, to make a right beginning of repentance, and as a mark of our mortal nature, let us now kneel before the Lord, our maker and redeemer.

I had a dream about getting older, and mostly about being young...

Once in a while my dreams are vivid, and I can remember them. Now I am older, not too old, but still youth is gone at my age. I dreamt about youth, and I thought about God, and I remembered and looked towards life everlasting. A poem.


An event of getting older
By Peter Menkin

The surprising thing about
the abrupt recognizeable
landmarks of our lives comes
with speed; please quicken me
to fulfill, enriching for all
around me. I recall the dream--

my youth speaks: youth, your moments
remain in a comraderie. Remain
remain, oh, friendship with
which I sleep fill me in good.

About this I talk with God, He
absorbs me with an embrace
and I know You Christ are wisdom timeless.

In a dream there comes an angel.
Behold, an angel of the Lord: say yes.
This is on the bones, in marrow
by grace the beauty brings
memorable tidings of youth,
gifts of life.

Alas, grasping this promise of time
brings me to know resurrection is sure.
I wanted it, this youth, to last forever.
My mind declares, I know there is more.

Here, let us receive the bounded
and unbounded changes of another birth.
Renewal is the season, electric. Stay
awake for we know not when. Soon.
See you there then, again. Singing.