"Authentic beauty... unlocks the yearning of the human heart, the profound desire to know, to love, to go towards the Other, to reach for the Beyond. If we acknowledge that beauty touches us intimately, that it wounds us, that it opens our eyes, then we rediscover the joy of seeing, of being able to grasp the profound meaning of our existence, the Mystery of which we are part; from this Mystery we can draw fullness, happiness, the passion to engage with it every day."

- Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI (Address to Artists in the Sistine Chapel, 21 November 2009)

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Poetry of Bärbel Copus-Lange

Epiphany Sunday at Our Lady Queen of Peace, Southbourne

Torrents of rain and
mighty gusts of wind
thunder on the roof 
echoing fearsome noise.

Contemplating souls gathered inside
to follow the star
longing to welcome the King
hearts filled
to lay before him
the tribulations of life
disappointments
fears and hopes
sadness and joys.

Outside the sea breaks and roars
waves are crashing
dipping low and
rising high
carrying Balthazar, Melchior, Caspar
royal garments, red, blue and green
torn by the raging waters
the eye catching sight of the translucent colours.

The assembled faithful
filled with awe and wonder
bow humbly
offering themselves, their love, their all
and worship
the King of Kings
Jesus
the Saviour of the world.

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Snowdrops

Awakened
from a melting icy clod of earth
a solitary stem emerges
beckoned forth in search of light
nourished by the warming sun
growing gracefully
until strong
the bud opens
revealing petals white, pure and fragrant
nodding gently
responding to the welcoming multitude
joining an immense carpet of snowdrops
giving glory to God

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Spring Lamb

Plomp
And resting
On damp green pasture
Feeling warm, soft licks
Caressing me
Breathing
Then insecurely
Finding my legs
First one
Then another
A third
And a fourth
Stumbling
Standing
Then jumping
For joy
Born today
I am alive
I am a lamb

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Who Am I, O Lord God? (2nd Book of Samuel 7:18)

Who am I, O Lord God?
You are my child
My beloved
I called you into being
Fashioned you in my likeness
Bestowed on you a name
To dwell within me
Love me and praise me
To be my light
And shine in the darkness
To sing my song
Of love

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No Puddles Now

No puddles now
But streams of golden sunlight
Announcing the onset
Of a promising day

Tiny beings spill outside
Faces brimming full of energy
And expectation
Of only this moment in 
Space and time

Every corner of their little world
Is searched out
And seen anew
Nooks and crannies explored
A playground of wood brought
To life by children's eager joy

An array of bright clothes
Mingle and tumble
Legs, arms, bodies entangled
As a load in a washing machine
Going over and under
Climbing, sliding, crawling
Peals of glee abound
In the fresh air

Just one little one
Bewildered and unsure
Clutches a soft ear of his teddy
For comfort
Before stepping bravely forward
To join the fun
Bump!
His small bottom
Securely landing
On padded ground
A happy smile escapes
A delightful "Yes"

Then silence
Apple cheeks glowing
Huddled together
Warm and cosy
Entranced by a well-loved story
Rest from a hive of activity

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