as deep as the sea;
the more I search, the more I find,
and the more I find
the more I search for You.

But I can never be satisfied;
what I receive
will ever leave me
desiring more.
When you fill my soul
I have an even greater hunger,
and I grow more famished for your light.
I desire above all to see you,
the true light as you really are

. . . I have tasted and seen
the depth of your mystery
and the beauty of your creation
with the light of my understanding.

 Saint Catherine of Siena
1347 - 1380

Eagerly,

I scanned the canvasses

Of ancient masters . . . drew forth

Each hidden secret of their crafts . . .

Each principle of line, and form, and hue.

Fervently,

I studied works

Of great composers . . . delved deep in melody

And mood . . . probed structure and technique.

Avidly,

I thumbed through yellowed

Manuscripts . . . through ragged volumes, thick

With dust . . . and plied my mind with formulas

And rules.

Philosophers and men of wit, I read . . .

Plundered every single source

Of knowledge . . . made captive all the learning

Of all time . . . until, I thought,

I towered in Wisdom over all.

And then I saw a steeple,

Against an Easter dawn

Bernard J. Patrick

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