Poem: “The Canticle”

The Canticle

Far off I hear the singing of a thrush
So far, in some far place, the deepest hush,
There rises up a clear sweet sound of faith,
Foolish one, to sing a note so brief

Foolish one, no soul is there to hear
Except the simple spirit of the deer,
The heartless trees that sway not for a song
But for the wind, the silence does you wrong

Wordless one, so far away you sing,
Never will I see the singer fly,
Nor see the spotted breast, unfolded wing,
The closing of the song enchanted eye

Lovely one, come closer so I can
Sing songs with you, the canticle of Man

September 10, 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."