Cycle of LoveAll man is
Is a stalk of corn
Nurtured in the sun
Growing and learning how to give
The gentle yield of the soul --
The golden fruit that grows within --
Sweet Love.When the enemies come
And steal away the fruit,
They leave behind the
Dirt-brown earth and
The empty stalk
Under the weeping sun.After they're gone,
The seeds of Hate,
Newly planted there,
Begin to feed upon the stalk,
Begin to aggrandize;
And in the darkened heavens
The Son weeps blood.And with the blood
Wept for Love gone,
Man again begins to grow.
A seedling carried by the wind
Drops and settles,
Germinates.
Love comes home.-- Mary Margaret Carlisle, '61
from Aulikos, Vol. VII, ©1961
Literary Magazine of Nerinx Hall High School