Poem: “Prodigal”


No need of loaves to multiply,
The wheat and oven I supply,
Nor flesh compounded by My wish
For many now the nets of fish

But scarce as winds beneath the sea
Master-perfect poetry,
Rare as robins on the moon
A singer who can sing in tune

And so I will proliferate
As loaves the crowds of Hebrews ate
By verse and stanza songs of praise
On which like suns the few may gaze

There is a famine of the string
Which plucks itself, begins to sing

August 1, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."