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Wall and Dream and Voice

Wall

He is old now, living in the center of

His ninth decade here,

But he carries the years like

A mantle of wealth, rather than a burden.

 

He asks me if I saw the stone wall

At the entrance to the college.

I did, and admired it. He tells me

His son, gone now from this world

 

Brought that wall to be and put it in its place

A thing of skill and beauty,

Perfection in its own way. Its sweep

And length and even its breaks

 

Say: Here is something of substance

Of which you are welcome to partake.

And I dream the next night and hear

These words, “Blessed is the man

 

Who knows his own home place,

Who can name it, and tell its story.”

I did not know the voice, but

There was authority in the saying.

 

(J. McGinty, 1/2/16)

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Author:

A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live on Long Island, New York. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and served until November 2016 as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island. I am now Rector at the Church of Saint Anselm of Canterbury in Shoreham, New York.

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