Here’s a deep dream our Lady sent last night:
My cousin’s called an idiot savant,
eidetic memory. He cannot write
or read, yet he remembers word for word
each scrap of scripture he has ever heard
at Daily Masses. Satan couldn’t daunt
his innocence with Hell’s seductive powers,
Christ so much in and with him all his days
that every path he strolls is strewn with flowers.
However absentmindedly he strays,
he’s Jeremiah’s “sacrifice of praise.”
Waking in smiles, refreshed, I know that this
glimpse of serene and inward-gazing bliss
is meant to turn my steps from an abyss.
The Dakota Institute Press has published Timothy Murphy’s three newest books this year, Mortal Stakes/Faint Thunder, a double volume, in August, and Hunter's Log, in October. Click here.
