Macarius and the Pony From Emblems of a Season of Fury by Thomas Merton People in a village At the deserts edge Had a daughter, who was changed (They thought) By Magic Arts into a Pony At first they berated her Why do you have to be a horse? She could think of no reply So they led her out with a halter Into the hot waste land Where there was a saint Called Macarius Living in a cell Father they said This young mare here Is, or Was, our daughter Enemies, Wicked men Magicians have made her The animal you see Now by your prayers to God Change her back Into the girl she used to be My prayers, said Macarius Will change nothing For I see no mare Why do you call this good child, an Animal? But he led her into his cell With her parents There he spoke to God Anointing the girl with oil And when they saw with what love He placed his hand upon her head They realized at once She was no animal She had never Changed She had been a girl from the beginning Your own eyes (Said Macarius) Are your own enemies Your own crooked thoughts (Said the anchorite) Change the people around you into birds and animals Your own ill will (Said the clear eyed one) Peoples the world with specters
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 04:08:03 +0000
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